lost in time

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While I was going through my teenager diaries and reading up current facebook updates by other teenage girls, I found myself in a moment where I felt like nothing has ever changed. Years have passed and I have remained the same. I am still a teenager. I am still that girl who on a rainy day was sitting in her room all day, listening to music while writing her diary or composing some lyrics. That girl whose parents thought she was weird because of her way of tuning in. I am still that girl who on a summer day would take her motorbike and drive up to the mountains, lie on the grass and feel the sun burning her skin, hear the sound of the trees moved by a slight summer breeze, observe the insects making love on the green grass. I am still that girl who when she falls in love, feels like she has lost herself in the vast ocean. I am still that girl who cries out of emotions and who does not hesitate to say ‘I love you’ when her heart beats so loud that everything – the moon, the sun and the stars – would stop to dance to its rhythm. I am still that girl who dances without a reason and who would stop everything to go on a long walk with her love and live every breath of that moment as if it was the last one. I am still that little girl whose eyes tell the story of her heart and soul. That girl who lives to love and loves to live. A simple girl who with a kiss …loves.

This is a poem inspired by my diary entries from when I was a teenager. I wrote these lyrics two years ago.I am still that girl who stays locked up in her room to write down her feelings on a piece of paper all night long…that girl who loses herself in an endless gaze.

One love

I want one love that makes you float in the air, one that makes your body shiver and gives you goosebumps every day, one that is capable of transforming you into music.
I want one love that satisfies you, that makes you touch every bit of life, that makes you feel the sense of being.
I want one that knows how to touch me and how to dance in me – how to make me cry out of happiness and how to make me appreciate the joy of life.
I want one that makes me feel sad and drags me down, but that in the end comes back to me because he had actually never gone.
I want one love full of smiles, words, hugs and kisses.
One that makes your heart stop cuz of his beauty.
I want one that can see through my soul – more than me.
One that understands my heart. One that knows the meaning of my smile.
I want one that laughs and cries with me. One that makes me feel alive.
I want one love that is direct and not implicit, one that looks into my eyes when he sends me to hell and hugs me after because he misses my perfume.
I want one love. Only one.

Poetic-Lyric

 

poetic eating

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After having had a delicious dinner by candlelight I thought I’d post some beautiful lines by Deanna M. Minich from the book I am currently reading entitled “Chakra Foods for Optimum Health”.

Every day of my life is special.
Dedication and passion are the spices of my days.
Those are the spices I flavour my food every day.

I came home after I had practised yoga and meditated. After I had a shower I fully dedicated myself to the beautiful moment of creation: my dinner.
I lightened up candles and incense all over the house.
The atmosphere was PERFECT.
I started interacting with all the colourful veggies and slowly created a beautiful salad with lots of nuts and LOVE. I was moving so slowly and touching every ingredient with my hands. I smelled everything and appreciated it so much. Each veggie was talking to me and expressing her love. It felt so nice and peaceful.
I was really in a moving meditation. Of course, background noise such as TV or radio are simply out of my life and energy field, because they disrupt the whole energy and vibrational frequency of the moment.
When I finished preparing my salad I set the table beautifully and had dinner by candlelight.
I felt filled with love and my immense presence.

Giving yourself love is not something that needs to be programmed. I mean, you do not just tell yourself ” I need to take care of myself” because that’s just a programme you have chosen to impose upon you. It’s set in your mind and not in your heart.
The love I am talking about is natural, spontaneous, inside your soul and alive.
It is infinite energy. Immortal.
Spending time and communicating with the food that is going to nourish you is fundamental in your diet and for your life.
It’s like making love to the food you are eating.
YES, you can be intimate with food too.:) It’s all about love.
Please do not take my last comment literal:)

Here is the extract which I mentioned earlier….
The author calls it “mindful eating exercise” while I call it poetic eating which is a natural and spontaneous way of relating to food for those who love themselves.D

“Hold in your hands a raisin.Close your eyes and feel its texture. Feel the power locked within its wrinkled structure. The goodness of the sun’s rays embedded into every ridge. Now open your eyes and look at it carefully not in a mode of observation, but with a loving gaze held by eyes of understanding. See the poetry in this dynamic raisin. Think back to when it was a supple grape and now how fragile it has become. How has it travelled to you and where has it travelled from? How did it connect to the larger whole of the plant it was a part of? Feel the interconnectedness it embodies and take this in through your eyes. Now put it in your mouth and before starting to chew, feel the sensation on your tongue. Does it impart any sweetness right away? What are the messages it unlocks with every bite? What does it tell you? See how many times you can chew the single raisin, being mindful of each bite. Before swallowing, think of something you want more of in your life, like “balance” and infuse the energy of “balance” into the dissolved matrix of raisin. Swallow and imagine taking in all the nutritional and spiritual goodness of the raisin, including its origins, and use it as a bridge to connect you with all of creation.”

Reference

Deanna M. Minich (2009), Chakra Foods for Optimum Health, Conari Press, San Francisco (p.109-110).

Poetic Lyric

 

 

ordinary days are special

a motion of emotions

For me there is one principle I base my life on: live every moment as if it is your last one. If today is your last day, would you die peacefully? Make every day in your life special. Add colours to it. Go with your feelings and never regret anything. Make a difference in another person’s life with a simple and loving gesture. This is one of the most beautiful surprises ever received in my life. It made my day! Guys, you can copy this idea if you want to surprise your wife:)

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It was a sunny day. The colours of the flowers surrounding me where all synchronized and emanating an indescribable perfume. The water of the fountain was crystal clear. The sound of it amalgamated with the gentle breeze which was pervading the entire atmosphere in the park.
As I was sitting in the park contemplating the beauty of nature I felt a few drops of water from the fountain caressing my face. I closed my eyes. I wanted to feel that moment of total tranquillity and complete silence.
I could hear the soul of every being vibrating: the flowers, the water, the leaves, the trees, the birds, the wind, the grass…everything was breathing. Everything was vibrating. Everything was in motion. Yet, everything was still. Calm. Tranquil. Just there. As I was contemplating all this beauty pervading me, I visualized a guy holding a flower and moving towards me.
I opened my eyes and slightly turned around, when I saw a guy coming towards me. He was holding a purple flower, a pastel-sweetpea flower. I could not believe it. So, I widened my eyes to make sure I was awake and had a better look. I focused on the situation and it was real. The guy stopped in front of me, smiled and while giving me the flower said: ” This is for you”. I was so taken and touched that I was speechless. I just said “Thank you” as if both of us knew we would have met. There was this communal understanding. It was an indescribable feeling. I was holding the flower and he kept walking away from me. I was still following him with my eyes, gazing at him and watching him disappear slowly. As I tuned around, I saw another guy walking towards me. He was also holding a flower. This time it was a sunflower. He came towards me, looked into my eyes, smiled and gave me the flower. I loved the moment. It was so magical and I did not want it to stop. At that point it was like an ongoing motion of people, both girls and guys, coming and going after having given me their flower. All the people were differently beautiful. They had an amazing energy and a beautiful smile. And they were all holding a different kind of flower.
By the time I was holding my tenth flower I was completely immersed in the moment and felt like this is what life is all about. It was a moment filled with happiness and joy. A moment of motion. The motion of emotion.
It was like a river. Every flower was different, every smile was different, every feeling was different. Yet, it was one unique feeling, one unique flower, one unique smile: LOVE! Alchemy.
As I was contemplating my flowers my friend surprised me from behind, holding the eleventh flower.
He gave it to me and kissed me on my cheek.
It was a white lily flower, the same flower my mum was given on the day I was born.

I thanked my him from the bottom of my heart.
He made my day. He made my heart beat so loud. It was so magical.
After receiving the eleventh flower, I turned around and saw all those beautiful people watching us and clapping hands.
After a while I asked my him how he had organized this beautiful surprise.
He got ten creative people together. Some of them were taking random pictures, others were travellers some of who hardly spoke any English, and others were just sitting on the grass. They were all different people who did not know each other and this was the beauty of it.
They all got involved in what my friend wanted them to do.
They were so excited and asked him if it was a special occasion. He said:” What makes the occasion special is the fact that it is not a special occasion. It is an ordinary day. I just want to express my love to her. Every moment is special because we make it special.”
Life is full of beautiful moments. Every moment is so special and gotta be felt and lived fully.
Express your emotions and feelings today. Express your feelings with your heart, from your heart and just with your heart and make this art of expression an eternal moment.
Poetry.

Express your feelings to all the people you love, not just your husband or wife. Express it to your children, parents, friends and fill their lives with joy and laughter.

Poetic Lyric

be water

You will never know who I am because whatever I am in your eyes is simply not who I am. To know who I am you gotta empty yourself and let energy flow to you….only then will you be pervaded by a feeling of infinity and plurality. A feeling of love.

I am nothing, because I am everything.
I am everything you cannot see, hear or touch.

I am what I am not.
Indefinable.

You cannot see me because I am not.
Shapelessness, formlessness.
You can not hear me because I do not speak.
Soundless. Silence.
You cannot touch me because I do not move.

I fly.
I am everywhere.

I am energy.
Energy in motion.
Vibration.

I kiss you
and you vibrate.

Loving.
Endless motion.
Water.

Poetic-Lyric
Note:
The ‘I’ in this poem is only linguistic since the ‘I’ does not exist.
Only energy exists.
Energy and its vibrational power.