Before being born
I am a seed
After the cry
I am a flower

Tears of giants
a sea of new creatures
ask the poetry
not the poet
there is no pottery
capable of purity
nor eternity

I see the colours fly
the migration of the butterflies
I felt the wind change
powered…

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It is ok
even the waves are breaking
anyway
the rain has agreed to fall
at any given day

The mind is above
The body in between
and the Soul
is all you have seen

Striking as light
Shrinking like a skin
hours and minutes
and all the juxtapositions

Wild animals are running
humans rearranging
like the cosmos
one by one
we are all strangers

and as I put myself to sleep
I see the many candles waiting
wanting
to be lit.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

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I am a fusion
of brightness
and confusion

there is solidity
and dissolution
a certain need for validity
and all go down to distillation

a part of me
is in-formation
the other
deconstruction
building up every second
to tear apart in the closest future

I have a word to say
a world to stay
a language to speak
a path to seek

the prehistoric man
is back
again
and again

to speak the language of the soul
in a world where living, is the only goal.

Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash

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poem

If I feel, I must write down
If I fear, I mustn’t withdraw

propelled by fire
flaming inspiration
the energy surrounding
prepare for ignition

face the faces
delight is not in the surface
release the strength
the light is in the absence

emerge and guide
the love should ride
the contents and…

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POEM

its all ashes and wishes
leftovers of wonder
the fall, the wall,
the ground, the leaves
no one can truly ponder

The wisdom
channelled
by the wind
through the window

The Garden of Earthly Delights, Bosch

she knows it all
quiet and calm
night-raven owl
keeper
guarding thee
guarding trees
gardens
all these y-ears
glowing staring eyes
devouring darkness
the invisible
continuum

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Adriana Vernalha

Adriana Vernalha

Artist. Sometimes in Portuguese sometimes in English @adrianavernalha.nani