Sometimes, sometimes, aaaarrrggggh! sometimes!!!

Spinning in circles

My heart pounded as you got closer, as I dreamed you closer. Your silhouette, your smile, your hair, finally all of you took shape and form from memories, and they are beautiful memories indeed.

I can see you

We mostly think that talking is sharing, that giving is caring. I say it is very easy to give, the difficult thing is to give oneself.
Communicate, listen, share, compliment and reprimand. All is good when the goal is mutual success.

The softer side of things

It is as easy as that

Take my hand. Come on! stretch just a bit more and then I will carry your weight, soothe your sorrow and do my best to brighten your days!

It takes just a bit

Sometimes I wonder about resilience and rebounding, we tend to look too harsh into our soul and aim to keep it all smooth and sterilized. I think we should err to learn and grow. To find new drive and change. If you don't try, you don't fail. Fail many times until you're happy!

Things will pass by

Live freely! Size and fragility can't stop your flight.
Buzz around and visit all the flowers, enjoy their colors, and also share yours!

Collibri

I remember the first time I got lost inside your eyes.
I could see the love and I felt at peace.
I could feel the breeze, I could hear the wind.
I touched the sky and floated on clouds.
Felt so happy that there and then I said:
"I want this for all my life, for the rest of my life"

Your eyes

No reason, little warning, you came and paid us a visit.
You seem not to notice the changes in our lives.
Sorry I had to cut it short, read the cues!

Come and pay me a vist

The environment is calling us and we have a lot to do:
Poor Governance
Food Waste
Biodiversity Loss
Plastic Pollution
Deforestation
Air Pollution
Melting Ice Caps and Sea Level Rise
Ocean Acidification
Food and Water Insecurity
Fast Fashion and Textile Waste
Agriculture

Want to cry

Wading in knee deep water

All those emotions that are left to build up, only to suddenly fizz and bubble crazily to the surface.

Waking up

Remix of https://soundcloud.com/set-meridian/enough

It was inspired by a poem from William Wordsworth:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Remix https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/3tMrCgMTWLGpBB459

Enough (remix 05-2022)

Walking freely, finally free. 
I feel weightless and alive. There is no ballast, nothing holds me down as I move about. 
I'm not restless, I'm just happy! really happy and free.
I have liberty!

Liberty

I was fighting to keep my attention between the book I was reading to you and your eyes.
Because the way you were looking at me, stole my soul and captured my heart.
Poems are meant to inspire and give, much like your eyes.

Story told

Again, here we stand drowned in language, trying to explain what you mean.
Sometimes I think that my tiresome and monotonous tirade of words, as I attempt to describe the simplest thing might be slow, yet it is the only way I know how to properly deal with the things that are important and that require the right detail and attention.

Set Meridian

Litany

I think that what one feels flows, it is not constant. It is much like tides, sometimes up and others low. Yet, sometimes it is much like a storm, pounding that lighthouse, with wave after wave, every so stronger, overwhelming your senses in its power and strength!

If I tell you

We all love holidays! We all dream about them. We then work like crazy to figure out the complex scheduling. And then finally the day comes, we run, sweat, scream, and run like headless chickens to get there to travel, packed like sardines.
Suddenly comes the magic, the pleasure, the pure dream. Piña colada in hand as you disappear into bliss. 
Only to once again, at the end have to repeat it all backward!
Another one of the series why? :)

Summer holiday

I control what I can, and I pride myself in that. My things are neat, my sidewalk is clean.
Other than that, what can I do?
Then I think to myself, why do I care? There is so much out there that I can't control, that I have no idea it even exists, and well the question is should I even care?
Can I manage? Should I manage? is it all predetermined? can I tilt the scale? Baaaahhh! Why do I even care? Why does it matter?
Another one of the series why? :)

Why does it matter

Sometimes life doesn't give us all that we expect as we walk it. 
We're not the belly button of the universe and that's just fine!
Chin up! Walk straight! and know that you're alright!

Creo necesitar

Sometimes the path that is illuminated in front of us is evident, other times not so much. It could be covered in leaves, obscured by haze or we're not ready to track that path.
Stay focused, contemplate and walk your path!

In the breeze of the night

At times, when you search deep within, you uncover the yearning to become your better self. 

You discover moments of greatness and love, where you recognize your lost serenity, all that peace that comes from being still, from being quiet. Embrace the fiery essence of that strength.

Go find yourself, daringly peel away layers, and reveal the diamond hidden within the rock.

I wish I could be

Under a vast canvas of stars, I found myself on a solitary beach, surrounded by the soothing hum of the night. 
Peering into the vastness, I questioned my existence, a mere whisper, compared to the universe. 
In that quiet contemplation, I discovered both insignificance and significance, realizing that my fleeting presence was a unique brushstroke, a tiny spark in the masterpiece of time and space.

Middle of the night

In the symphony of life, your voice emerges as a guiding light, an anthem for seekers and dreamers alike. The subtle melody of your voice beckons the listener to embark on a journey, a quest for the elusive truth that dwells within the depths of the soul.

As the words cascade and intertwine, a magical synergy unfolds. It's a trailblazing melody, paving the way for introspection and revelation. Each sentence is a stepping stone, leading the audience through a labyrinth of emotions and experiences, all in pursuit of the universal truth that binds us all.

The one that searches for the truth

When looking back at our past, our mind act like a storyteller, creating elaborate tales that protect us from facing uncomfortable truths. 

Using the lens of hindsight, we deceive ourselves by molding the main character to fit the story we want to believe. 

It's like crafting a book that makes us feel better. In this way, we use the art of self-deception to deal with the complexities of our past.

Let's lie to ourselves

It's not strange at all, that a lead is chased until the very end. Like the hound on a trail, justice will be served, even if justice should be trampled and muddied under all those running boots.

Cops and robbers

In the quiet dance of shared dreams, they wove a nest of love. As skilled craftsmen, they selected twigs of shared experiences and feathers of mutual goals. 

Their singing echoed in the morning sun, using each vocalization to strengthen their bond. Together, they have created a sanctuary, a resilient haven where common goals adorned the walls with earthy colors. 

In life's winds, their nest stands firm, a testament to the beauty of building a strong life, moment by moment, hand in hand.

I see a parallel story of the birds building their nest, in our life together.  How we build our house, our dreams, and our family pushing goals together, piecing ideas, and working hard day by day, to make each other happy.

Bring peace with you

As we set out on a journey along a winding road, we mostly find the path initially smooth and easy, much like our childhood. Then as we progress along, the road becomes rocky, and we have to learn to navigate these obstacles, where we grow stronger and wiser. 
Along the way, we meet others who share the same experiences, and we're reminded that we're not alone! And even so, despite uncertainties and falls, we continue forward, understanding that the journey itself is the essence of maturing and that the road ahead holds endless opportunities for discovery.
And why not? perhaps after that hill or that curve, just out of sight is the spot where you find that soul mate!

Fear not the road

Walking the streets of life, it is normal to feel a bit suffocated by the monotony. Every street where every house looks identical, with matching fences and windows, matching life and people. 

Even if the sense of harmony, simplicity, and uniformity, gives a welcomed rest to the eye, it's but an illusion.

The tapestry of monotony, with its gold thread, feels like magic that mesmerizes and eventually confuses.

Get color and light into your life, do not seek comfort in the routine!

Streets are empty

Sometimes love is irregular, formed as a changing shape. It doesn't give, it doesn't take, it is not bad, nor good. 
Grab it and shape it to your liking!

Letra:
Voy a buscar aquel lugar
donde tus ojos 
dejen sus enojos.

Y que pensar 
para lograr
que con aplomo
logre despojos.

Voy a cambiar 
y sin pensar 
por el camino
un nuevo destino.

Puedo confiar
y me da igual
que a tu alma
pueda olvidar.

Me escuchas?
Se que mientes y me da igual.
Voy a buscar aquel lugar,
donde vayamos juntos a volar

Lyrics:
I'm going to look for that place
where your eyes
leave your anger.

And what to think 
to achieve
with aplomb
get spoils.

I'm going to change
and without thinking
by the way
a new destination.

I can trust
and I don't care
that to your soul
I can forget.

Can you hear me?
I know you're lying and I don't care.
I'm going to look for that place,
where we go to fly together.

Pious love

Sometimes letting someone dear and close to us fly away is painful, sad, and filled with doubts. Yet it is the only way to let them find their wings and learn how to be.
Everybody needs to fly, and be confident in letting go, with trust that we all eventually need to land back and feel the ground beneath.
Enjoy their flights, see them soar, and love them for what they become!

Fly away

Yes pain, we know it. It's there, it chokes.
We've all been there, we cried, we wondered, we drown.
We're all still here, we turned the page and dealt with the strokes.
It can be done, it has been done, it will be hard, but do not frown.



Die for

As the final hours of work ticked down, a palpable tension was felt in the air, much like the strange and frenetic energy of a bustling train station during peak hours. 

Anxiety gripping ever tighter, like invisible hands, applying pressure with each passing minute. Each feeling heavier than the last one. Inbox as big as ever, reminiscent of overstuffed suitcases of a trip.

Amid the chaos, there was a vibe of excitement, a fluttering sensation deep in the back of the chest from the anticipation filling the air before the adventure. Each completed task brought a surge of relief, pushing closer to freedom, where relaxation and possibility await.

Not yet summer

Music is one of my hobbies. I love auditory exploration, crossing and mixing genres, and sharing experiences, stories and, feelings via music.

Set Meridian

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