The water gurgles,Alberto Caeiro

The water gurgles in the mug i raise to my mouth...

'I's a cool sound' says someone who's not

drinking it. I smile. The sound is only of gurgling.

I drink the water and hear nothing with my throat

I know, I alone, Fernando Pessoa

I know, I alone

how much it hurts, this hear

with no faith nor law

nor melody nor thought

Only I, only I

and none of this can I say

because feeling is like the sky-

seen, nothing in it to see.

my note: and now i smile

tram and fountain, repetition in movement

this tram up and down,

the water from the fountain,

both within the limit

of the same and same,

again and again,

up,down,up,down.

no energy can be lost

and love cannot be wasted.

how transient i am,

how free in my way,

moving out of my source

i can reach all and everywhere

not fixed to rails

nor to engineered flow,

i can just go

and see the variety

and the patterns of life,

fabricated,constructed,

following paths of the mind,

i am nothing but a witness

like a bird on a branch

caught in stillness

of movement,

holding his breath

to listen to the sound

of wind and life,

for a time,

until i feel my wings

pulsing for flight,

to take off

without memory,

but still i know.

to meet

au wa wakare no hajime nari~

to meet is the beginning of parting, 

and it always is..

the transience of our life..

poetic

to life, to love, to confusion, to fields, to trenches, to fences, to lakes and to forests, to cats, to dogs, to horses,to joy, to pain,to plains and to mountains,to plants and to stones,to the sea: open. my skin burns. 

i have no more defences but i can fly.

my approach to life is purely poetic.

i don't have to write for it.

good night Lisbon