You can try
To burn me down
But I will raise from
The ashes;

You can try
To freeze me
But I will melt
Anything with love;

You can try
To cut me down
But I will reborn
Again, every time,
Stronger than ever...
Because I´m wild.

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Out of the back door
You have had lived the
Full perfection,
Full ideia of
What a NO should be.

It was alive inside of you
You had dreams
You felt in love with it
and
you slept away
from reality....

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the boat flew away
with the high winds from beneath,
took within the bow
along with the tide from above

the noise is now music
the rest is now life
the dark is light
to rest upon

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Tuas palavras são
Doces melodias que
Meus olhos vêem;

Um ritmo de equilibrio
Borbulhando o
Renascimento
Na força dum
Novo dia.

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How can I accept it?
How can I lose the fear?
If I only want to be
    in the dark!
If I only want to scream
    in the wind!
If I only want to cry
   a river!
If I only want to become,
   became a tree
   in the sweet land
   of nature ....
And meet the creator.

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Life is beautiful
As long as you are open to see it.
Life is love
As long as the heart is free to love unconditional.

Maybe empty sometimes,
Maybe empty so many times,
...
Fulfilled with tears of comfort,
Rich in fear and despair,
...
The sweet madness becomes reality;

Until it´s pulled out,

and the mind can rest
In the silent reverie of the heart.

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Have the strengh of the roots of a tree

against rain, wind, fire ...

have a lion´s blood

to fight, to survive, to be strong ...

have a bird´s soul

to fly, to sing, to be free ...

have the sea´s heart

to love, cherrish, and contemplate


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After all & before everything,

happiness is a feling of

behing here, now, just; ...

just so simple and easy as it.


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What is life?

What could it be?
A tree;
Full of leaves in the Spring,
Havy with fruits or
Golden leaves;
In the winter,
Naked...
However full of knowledge
In how to be.
Any ways:
What tree would
You like to be ?

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Chega o silencio
Quando a tua ausencia fica,

Fica deserto
Quando as tuas palavras voam,


Existe tempo em que elas nao existem,
Existe tempo em que elas sao de mais.

Ha tempo que dao liberdidade,
Ha tempo que fazem prisioneiros.

Acontecem momentos em que somos,
Acontecem momentos em que so queremos ser.
Acontecem momentos que parece que fomos ...

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