A Expansão da Força

Meu professor é a vida
Examinada de perto
Que na superfície do caule
Abre seus portais

E me fala no mudo
Meu reino é um mistério
Adentrai os bravos
E cobertos de espírito

Pois irei lhe destrinchar
E de você me alimentar
Do seu âmago nascerão bichinhos
Ternos desbravadores
Exploradores de mundos

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The Twinkling of Eyes (Sunday Scribblings)

From emptiness we bloom
But empty is not empty
Emptiness is full

And light is but one moment
A buzz to unify
It’s warm and loves and seeks

My twirling bumble-bee
We flap our wings in frequency
To be, to be, and be

Thou shall not fear
Thou shall accept
This one true moment
Is complete

It winds and turns
As life unfolds
And flowers shed their petals
The story of a mystery


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Portrait / Retrato

29x21 cm / pencil

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Pus vela em barco
Pra palpar o horizonte
Onde céu mergulha em água
Onde mar se eleva às nuvens

Quis palpar o horizonte
E vagar em terra outra
Conhecer o que há pra além
De um desfecho linear

Naveguei a todo vento
E eclodiu a tempestade
Poderosa expressão
Do que é não ter controle

Clareia o céu, descansa o mar
Para então eu perceber
Que pra além do horizonte
Há o que há em todo canto

Horizonte que se faz
No bem-ser aqui e agora
Completude grandiosa
Que nos leva à em tudo estar

Silence / Silêncio

20x30 cm / oil on canvas

This was painted for a friend. Paintings are a nice way of saying a lot without having to say much.

Sketching the Mirror / Delineando o Espelho

A Heart’s Warm Beat (One Single impression)

The twisting of branches
My growing arms
Towards the sky reaching
In search of love
And love is beauty
And beauty is.

When time is but a distraction
To all I’ve seen and known
Spaceless timeless me
Lost throughout infinity

Forgetting where I came from
To find me back again
Where clocks refuse to tick
Forever in a glimpse

For here is there is everywhere
I’ve ever tried to be
And what I am I wear like clothes
Coz’ I’m a sparkly rain drop
Assured that there's a me
But what life keeps on whispering
Is that we are the sea

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Wendy

21x29 cm / graphiti pencil

I had started this drawing awhile back and then had to put it aside due to a muscle strain on my right hand while practicing the piano. Some weeks ago my hand started to recover and it is with great relief that I am managing my way back into ordinary life. I’m glad I finished it since I really wanted to post it here. There’s such a warm vibe to her pics that being able to capture that positivity can be great fun.

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Portrait of Wendy

27x35 cm / oil on canvas

kpauli has some of the best pictures on flickr. I took one of these pictures and tried to paint a portrait out of it. Hope I'll make it better next time around.

Dexter and the scary sight / Dexter e a vista assustadora

A little playing with my new box of charcoals.

The Treasure Within (One Single impression)

I’d love to put in words
Those feelings that reside
Within the smallest gestures
Unfolding inner life

They wash our eyes with truth
And make each moment fresh
As if the fabric of reality
Made known its hidden threads

Dismantling our sureness
Our grip to steady comfort
Once we get to see our shoes
From another’s point of view

I quite feel as an abstraction
Made concrete in your dear thoughts
As your dear thoughts are abstractions
Of the world view that you’ve got

The bigger picture seems not one
Of morality or judgment
If who you are you chose to be
Gulp the path to where that leads
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Yellow and Gray

17x35 cm / oil on canvas

Hail the sunny spotlights, on the window, glaring my consciousness, fading in tones, a sudden loss of crimson. Finally I’ll find you waiting, wanting my shell, my need to empty. Overboard goes the part that makes faces, that laughs and cries and knows not what. My possession is hope, the bravery of days, faith. I’m not afraid and mission accomplished, or so, or not. After all, much is much and all is none. And my baby shivers cold weather, knows not when to hide, may you be my sunshine.

Entregar-se

Meu querido adesivo
Repleto de luz e carente olhar
Naufraga no peito imenso estupor
Tingindo a alma com peso
De um verso de amor
Que sangra e chora
E grita e busca
Sorrir sem receio
Sem medo

De ter, de não ter
Ou não encontrar
Destino poente
Sentido
Pra valsa de anseio
Que rege o mundo
Põe todos numa dança
De passos aflitos

Despido mergulho em sonho
Vestido de osso e carne
Correndo atrás da parte que canta
Que sente e quer tudo abraçar
É a sede do belo que guia meu norte
Mas não como escape, e nem como fuga
E sim um local de morada
Aonde encontro um lar
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Staring at the Ceiling (Writers Island)

Your motionless eyes
Glimpse beauty in silence

With pupils immersed
Amidst traceless words

While smiling in the absence
Of where from and where to

They surf to the slopes
Of contemplative moods

When pacing such input
One mission they gaze

To hug the impalpable
And shout the unspeakable

For seeking beyond
The things that have names

Your motionless eyes
Hold great love and warmth

To embrace the world
And meaning bring forth

girl near water fountain

21x29 cm, pencil/graphite