Friday, February 28, 2014

Walking slowly

I always have been waking fast...
And when my feet are tired, I see,

I finally walk down the stairs
Step by step in a slow march.
There's finally no need to hurry
Because... you know...
The world won't end tonight.
And there's plenty of time
Just to walk down the stairs
Feeling the comfort of a simple
And sloooow walk.
And that's real.
I feel so real at all
In a slow march.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Ground

I stumbled, and almost fell down.
Than I understand...

How close I was to something I've been told to fear.
How I almost found myself face to face to that dangerous thing.
Yes, it was there. Facing my eyes like it wanted me closer.
So close I would feel its cold heart and energy.
But no, it was just how earth wanted me to be closer.
How I could be one again with mother earth.
The ground was touching me,
Touching my soul.
And I see now
How real it was.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Bump

You're driving. And when you drive, you're untouchable.
Yeah, you are. But what about reality? Where is it?
It is when you turn right, suddenly the bus turn left,
Right into you!
With no previous alert, no blinker, no nothing.
Your war cry is heard. And forgotten.
That's real.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Words

I'm home. And again, I'm thinking...
What is real?

My chair is here, waiting for me and my typing night.
But, where's my laptop?
It's not on the desk,
Of course it isn't.
Found it! Oh, battery is low.
Of course it is.
Where are the cables???
Of course they're not around...
Oh, everything set up, finally!
Wait, where are the words??
Of course, they're gone...

Those words were real,
And just like that, They were gone...

Monday, February 17, 2014

Train

On my way home tonight, I've been thinking...
What is real?
Since my car wasn't... running... Let's take the train.
And on it, I saw so many people, on their very same way home, just like I was.
And it was beautiful... After a tiring day, people would arrive and get themselves filled with energy again.
And I heard the city. The movement around me, how it would keep going, and keep everyone going.
Making sure everyone would be carried away and back again, to wherever they wanted to be.
Yeah, this is real. This is right around me. Right around us.
Right here.

Be Real At All


Don't forget 
to be real
at all