True benevolence, from the mind of the innocence;
Clues evidence from the lines of the conscience;
Intense suspense of laments fragments from life to life;
Immense sense of circumference segments from body to body;
Dimensional forms designing the insights, from catharsis: rich in commotion;
The unintentional performs shining sky-lights resplendent devotion.
I think this is MY face transforming us, in such deep ways;
My fingers are the stringers drawing us, outside my brain;
My fingers are the sprinters wandering through our domain.
Blending the pigments of indigo colors upon the philosophy of us;
Sending the sentiments, in cognitive solos upon the theology of Thus.
Expressionism, impressionism, isomorphism surrealism;
Melodrama, panorama in the drama, that we live;
Monogram, diagram ... in the plasma that we crave;
Metamorphosis of life deep in trance psychological;
They are lost they are trusted, they are in the transitional;
Movement upon the cliff: --- eclipse mental;
I was there, for sure! - submerged, in one state of solitude;
Inside the suspense of the night: the darkling was sparkling in the sky;
Stars crystallizing in my eye ... czars prophesying in my mind;
Then the sphere became convex: with so many people, so complex;
Influencing me with a sign: unconditional love: towards your praise.
Faces, blue the ages: like a symphony;
Time passing by composing harmony;
I will be here you will be there everywhere
Past-Present-Future laying the minutes seconds in secular;
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock the Clock: around the block; open the lock intermolecular!
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock the Clock: surround the logic geologic biologic ocular!
Walking, walking: guided by the moonlight; painted by the twilight;
As the sunshine of the day goes into the night;
The wisdom of the older molded gold on the shoulder;
Carrying the vow, from beginning to end:
To show all the good that prevails: the wizard of the soul;
Dazzlingly: all the skills, in any field that we revealed.
The Young will behold all the future in their hands;
Keeping the Earth eminent to this bent treasures sent:
From heaven: voices of love singing our existence;
Blue ages the face just like an old tree;
Growing all the leaves beneath you and me;
And we write our phases, stage by stage;
We read all the lines, page by page;
Upon a magnificent planetarium an Olympiad of life to live;
Blue face, blue grace: my face, complimenting you, within my love forever.
Dear, friend, this is for you, with all my feelings in colors, hoping they can touch your dreams, awakening my art in your life and if you can send me your thoughts, I will be so grateful! Im just an artist from Brazil, where the destiny brought me to the US in 1997 when so many things in my life were falling apart I got lost and isolated in a strange, different world at that time, not knowing how to speak English, I crossed so many obstacles, beneath my eye and finding the magic of faith, I resolved to change all the negative to positive transforming them into hundreds pieces of art now I am learning how to write in English, to transform infinite emotions, in my mind and release them free as birds, to fly around your light .
New York Brazilian Poet Artist Adriana De Castro
COM TODO MEU AMOR
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