between sound

between sounds

between the owl and the fox
silence has come, wind
has risen, falling, still.
the song, it lives in pauses,

in the long slow drop of dew
before it ever reaches the leaf
on which it will rest and die
without a trace in the light of day

the silence between two sounds
can wake us to the scent of seas
or grow a noise in the mind, flood
the soul with memory and tears

words and whispers on love, in sleep
they are born and in dream they rise
to  life, beyond the slaughter of day,
far from language in softest touch

of souls breathing in and out, slow
and as if the skin was wings to move:
where we forget to forget  we will
be reborn between sounds

Dead Combo , As Cordas da Má Fama , Quando a Alma Não é Pequena

Não digas nada!

Não digas nada!
Nem mesmo a verdade
Há tanta suavidade em nada se dizer
E tudo se entender –
Tudo metade
De sentir e de ver…
Não digas nada
Deixa esquecer

Talvez que amanhã
Em outra paisagem
Digas que foi vã
Toda essa viagem
Até onde quis
Ser quem me agrada…
Mas ali fui feliz
Não digas nada.

Fernando Pessoa

Madredeus , O Mar ,Saudade

Popol Vuh ,Steh Auf, Zieh Mich Dir Nach, Das Hohelied Salomos

Popol Vuh , Engel der Gegenwart

Popol Vuh , All We Have Is The Past (1972)

Amon Düül II , Wie Der Wind Am Ende Einer Strasse

Faust, Psalter

Faust , It's a bit of pain

Jeff Buckley, I Know It's Over

Bjork , The anchor song

re-shared...once again

Bjork, Play dead

Ólafur Arnalds , Take My Leave Of You , Arnór Dan

Ólafur Arnalds , re:member

lost at sea

i feel god made us

for each other

to unite and shine

the light of grace

in his widening glory.

but we are too narrow

in the moment, found

to stay apart in each.

i feel karma took

us here to meet

and to depart

across all deaths

i feel a river flows

and stops and breaks

dams and horizons

beyond our will

i feel a secret past

telling us to fight

and stay and another

to escape all chains

i feel old wounds

should be allowed

to scar and heal

but our fingers probe

and tear the flesh,

the skin, the soul,

seeking hold in memory

and shelter in fear

i feel we were made

to be together

giving peace to each

other but how

i have not seen.

one wave goes,

the other comes

to leave and make

space for the next.

there is nothing

to hold nor to let go,

all happens by itself.

i feel to feel is

to drown though

to swim and to fly

we could be the sky