segunda-feira, setembro 10, 2007

Nirvana

I see myself breathing.
In the highest montains,
Covered with snow,
Time is of no value.
Hot cocco on one hand,
I watch the sunrise
Through the cold clouds.
My lungs are fresh.
I close my eyes
And I feel.

Fresh grass,
Cut five minutes ago.
I'm at the porch of the coziest house.
Near a valley
Covered with all the flowers
In the world.
A painting of life.
I close my eyes and breathe.
All those smeels flow through my veins
And I feel.

My feet are tingling.
Fresh water and warm sand
Are part of me.
I'm sitting in the most beautiful
Deserted beach.
The sun sets on the sea
And I feel its rays on my face.
Smooth waves call me in.
I give a deep breath
And I feel.