No dejo un segundo de mi sin pensar en vos

He´s blowing by the wind

This song I`ve made on the mountain, just before leaving to the big crowd, played with an electric piano I shot these images at Buenos Aires..

Aiming towards the unseen sky we climb upon high those eyes of grace and colors and ourselves...in lines

we're still on!!!

Lyrics: brilliant are the eyes of the being which is blowing the wind- face-and the porous skin instead of being static, he flows and he grows over the river which is streaming eternity poems are waves, endless basis which we was born and torn under side by side we carry the night , blooming pulses of stellar sins

in the deep ocean we could swim and meet strange creatures and they would say us to breath deeply insigh of the eyes of the surface where the skin the change of the farthest sun...even if it's far deep inside, all the pores should bring us the core of the divine feeling... ++

under the rain somewhere in the ether theres souls we bump into strangers who once were become strange again but friends are always there though some things are never fair and past door and halls and walls i will find you and all the halls and walls i will find you

Sing something sweet for me

what we will sing will born unless we stop growing the sky is merging our will our beings are full of wind you are sweating light the jumps before .to arrive to nowhere we're going to gain our gift from the high spheres said the horizon to me there I will live there for the whole life said the dwarf with its own core and there he still under the brilliant tree being washed by those hands we call as fruits to nowhere we're going to stay and to last the whole eternity to reach...said the pixies on me playing by thems elves....

the dorsal and the backbones seven tones to reach the verbs.... it's spreading through the cosmo... and it's eleva.............te....the air... to think you first have to clear;;;;;;; the mind......... It's getting dark and I've swapped all my inner skins..with the unknown which grows through our veins...

human with its electronic flute

Lyric .time and space aren't wrong forces to me...when dealing with you oyu know....I can't feel their like entirely wanting me to be with them..I feel other sensations when thinking of you.. like I see other side of the apparently wall of time and space..you know....it's a music, it's a sound, a song......it's you

 

I was a candle that shone the spheres Brilliant times of our last poems Incredibly floating towards those clouds Remaining fresh and wide and vast And yearning with strokes of the next wind Being the gate of somewhere in Even with those wild birds shall fall Our unseen core is there about And we’re rolling under the sun And we’re sweating under the moon I was an unexpect being full of roses Once alive I was at all…at once…… Immensely touched by these stones Full of codes from where we was born You should talk limitlessly by.. The coming light we shall bright….

Persigo mis sueños a pesar de no tenerlos busco sobre mi vida la historia de la tuya y aún piensas que tengo miedo.... Mato el tiempo con miradas sonrío al viento cada atardecer imagino tu voz sobre mis labios y aún no confías en mi... Salgo cada noche sin saber a donde me dirijo esperando encontrarte aunque sé que no lo haré y aún dudas si te quiero... Jamás te he dicho adiós pero iba llegando el momento no sabías que existía y yo empezaba a creerlo ahora me echas de menos...

Lyric Being close to God being close to you....the distance not more not less.....lonelyness sparkles away Being the gate of the rainbow full of its nature....We feel the unseen bridge of our breathing airs... undiscovered channels under the Ocean and above...carrying the secret code of our blood.....winds that whisper God's lullaby.....never good bye my child never say good bye...

Give me flowers Give me crystals give me planets cause I want to be in orbit

In front of something at nowhere known as virtual world, the divine can reach, surpass the whole reality that access this virtual embrace...

Pacal Votan Jesus Buda Mahavira Gurdjieff Osho Nieztche Velatropa Amuna Kur Jah

Channeling towards SKy you cannot step in the same river twice. Existence is old and new, both together, and my song is that of existence itself. I am just a vehicle to sing it to you, to spread it to you. But I am not the singer; I am just a passage. Remember it: it may look the same, but yet it is not the same. Words may be the same, the appearance may be the same, but something vital goes on continuously changing. Have you ever come across the same morning again? Have you ever seen the same sky again? And yet the sky is the same and the sun is the same.Life is a contradiction. Life is paradoxical. That's why it is so charming and so beautiful. It exists through the opposites. It is vast; it contains contradictions. It is new and old both. It is life and death both, together. So I say to you I will sing the same old song and yet it is not going to be the same. Listen attentively.

you paint the whole sky you're breathing the traces at large scale you climb you're casting the ways... in fragmented eyes, you're sweating the breeze you cross the membrane of life you're floating in the space you enlight the paths you rise you're rising the fields... you shout as the whole empire, as such it disappears....

meaning harmonies we lost the point of everything like a spiral within we coallide with the spectral sides in it... we coallide we do have to stretch... our ephemeral lungs... and its so called thoughts of freedom.......... riding circles we arrive in the land of no one the unknown will show you how to be quiet in it... we do have to stretch our ephemeral lungs and its so called thoughts of freedom... to breathe........

The place where we played and talk and walk the bird with wild wing.s....werer cut and enjailed your love is floating buy the rain is falling bringing it to your heart

 

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The sea is the land where the creature meet the purification the salt the essence of sugar has abandoned itself grains of thoughts of heaven become those splashing waves in the middle of the sea of the ocean of us..........

 

come here to hear..tha rainbow is outside and it's looking to us or for no one? Come here to please...and bring me those chants you sang there in front of the mirror Come here to flat...cause those waves have been heavy for us to bea r on Come here I give you....all the seventh codes and thirteen moons we have before the pure light...

spheres born over the running xtatic sea of vastness... bringing forms to the unseen, flows the river..... oh sweet seagull of the sky....open thy wings cause th e sun is scourching this noon;;........

Capoeira Angola with spontaneous voices....

Love Coud you bring me those clouds? Love could you bring me those stones? Love could you bring me those stellar gates? Love could you bring me those galactic maps of expansion? Love could you bring waterfalls to flood up the desert? Love could you feel my soul?

time to relax time to feel the nirvana within time to empower the crystal of our hearts

8 poemas da existencia ....... 1º...sol de outra galaxia; ilumine por mim o limpido caminho de vossa distancia..... 2º...tempestade de vossos meteoros; desvie por mim a eterna danca..... 3º...ventos cosmicos desse contato estelar; sopre-me para com vosso alcance.... 4º...lago de vossos reflexos das dimensoes; abre por mim vossa unica passagem.... 5º...montanha de vossa quietude; grite por mim, desde agora, vossa energia criadora.... 6º....arvore da vida das forcas; impulse a mim vossa grande diversidade de frutos...... 7º....rocha do eco eterno; lembre por mim vossa imensa dimensao sonora do infinito.... 8º...alem dos cenario naturais; naturalize por mim a todos os que digerem pureza nessa vida espiralada do agora........cheguei.....pousei em nosso vazio de flutuar no amor....

When the wizard stretch through thw wind, the new field we will be passing through............

Opening the gate of the new Year of the White Wizard It's time to be uncontrolled by the soothing voice of the unknown......and sing the temple of the divine, build it with your voice up....progressively...................

Progressive=singing free

EXPERIMENTALISM = ALCHEMY

 

But you have no returning on my chest, brightly…”said itself the last beam of light But you’ve encountered the heat, now your color won’t fade away You’re a lucky rock; you have waterfalls inside….said the last fire When you’ve achieved the channel of every plasm-materia of light, you would rather felt surpassed by your own lightest-cut edge of nowhere within, being fulfilled by this momentary and powerful instant in electric-holographic hand tuning-radio-brain-mind….

Life is a further poem is something there-here beyond a scribble that means a lot for the wind a bridge that strectchs its edges towards sky life is a further poem an unseen wave that storms

Lava Radar You know where you are

Lyric Parts of the sky we can resist even if all the spheres make a squeeze of this land we've born ..we' are part of it the stream towards the ocean of light we can admit even if all of you were broken instead of that the shouted ones.....we are harmonical sweat the notes that guide us into the bubble of bright we can uplift even if all the floors fell down on the lips when the words become heavy meteors;;; the shining star in it, the calling of grace......

I will collect all the spheres.... And embrace each chant And spread through the hands And touch every land And illuminate each part of myself That has been untouched By the presence; Countless gatherings… Truthful breathings Stretched lanes Rainfall guy

Lyric Here where humming birds sing the truth receiving the sweat of the smelling leaves we have at our inner space-travelling... here where the wings should be used to fly, even for those who can't feel the within air that impulses ourselves farther on Here, where the sun appears to touch its highest level Shouted the last cloud.I've been touched by these suspended airs for a long long time...said the last astronaut..And in the middle of nowhere someone screeched..."Lost to get even more lost".. Here in the membrane of nowhere...here where all the glimpses become eternal...here where all the holes become the gates.. .here where all the molecules become the ancient part... here where all the comets teach how to orbit.. .here where all the spheres become the original touch... .here where all the solar sun become the internal rain …here where all the poems become the floating words of the nearest future of comprehension…here where all the breaths become the expiring act of freedom….here where all the cloud become the doors of aiming the unexpected…..here where all the sweats become the non-saying words of new oblivion-language… ..here where all the dots………………………….change the lines……… Here in the place of no one, where only the subtle ears, can feel the air-interference-being-cosmical-messenger.. .here where all the light waves splash their message from the divine ocean of purification.......here where all the lines become the unseen....here where all the bridges become the sound-harmonical-sweat....here we breath the untouchable “fulfiller” bodyless-frequency-cardiopath-airrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I want you hear my voice in between the machines in between the cables in between these floors in between these colors in between this imaginary thought cause we want to uplift our conscious so we redeem for the divine we let it go deeply in our own sky in between these visions there's a spoon full of our love....... cause we want to reach our farthest planet within....

When you aim towards your own sky you see your stars When you breath your own orbit you cycle the natural spheres... When you roll your own rock you change the surfacem the core and vibration.....

In the cold place of everywhere the unseen heat melt even the sensatoins of life-temperature there where the incandescent star shines the next call, when the sore will be opened and the wind shall touch, surpass, enlight the uncommon sphere of the skin, the floating part of our aerial bones.....

In the great sky we synchronize our own pores those attached by the unseen air that evolves your accomplishment behinf the thin membrane of expansion... eclipsing the sky within we are

Have you ever felt, count the stars you've been flying through...?

Ae Neien & Digit Paraty Trance project Projeto psytrance uplifting, nascido entre os sobrados medievais da natural Paraty.

This song was based on a ficticious vison I had of a human robot, as nowadays, really wake up as a robot someday... and could see the magic definetely.. he could not feel the air couldn't breath conciously couldn't stretch himself then start to feel a sudden call of singing to freed himself...

Quando o vento atingir o seu lagrimar involuntario Capte todas as vossas teias de pensamento ao sensorial receber Quando a tempestade modifica o ambiente em seu fluxo energetico Sinta todo o circular e constante calor emanado do atrito dos globulos em movimento Quando o sol brilhar em todas direcoes, relativamente expandir-se ao vacuo curvo Abra os braços de seu mais poderoso cheiro, de seu exalar profundo da origem Quando tudo evaporar em vossos ceus, em vosso espelho infinito de reflexos Torne-te sua borboleta mais antiga, com o desenho professor-eterno das asas Quando tudo desaguar em vosso toque de dimensoes, em vosso unico caminho Navegue alem inundacoes de extremidades que intercalam o maior, o duradouro Quando tudo renascer em vossa orbita, em vossa manha que flutua a cada noite Corra para o voo simples de uma nova ave, que suaviza-se ao vento, na eterna Terra

sitting on a bonfire near the soul

unexpected improvising over this magic harmony made by radiohead... jammed over the basement.....sweet temperature...young brothers...

Have they employed the whole and free time in their lifes? Have they crossed the being of another field? Have they inspired the whole and unique divine gas in the universe of atmospheres? Have they sung all those unlimited and helpful songs, which when the birds remind them in the break of the day? Have they formed their wayness throught their countless doubts? Have they flown over their graceful joy? wado

In front of something at nowhere known as virtual world, the divine can reach, surpass the whole reality that access this virtual embrace...

Just the other day I was reading a story. Leslie weatherhead tells the story of the second world war. Two soldiers were very friendly, great friends. One evening one soldier comes back to the trench but finds that his friend has not returned. The day has been very hard, and many people have been killed on the front. He becomes afraid -- is his friend killed? He enquires, and then somebody says, 'We are not certain that he is killed, but he was so terribly wounded that it was impossible for him to come to the trench. By now he must be dead.' It is getting dark now and the enemy is still firing madly but the soldier wants to go and search for his friend. The officer says, 'No, this is foolish', but he doesn't listen to the officer -- he goes. It is very difficult in the dark and there are thousands of corpses all around. He looks and looks and in the middle of the night he returns -- dragging his friend's dead body on his back. And it is good to come here and to go back many times; to come here and to go back. By and by you will become more fluid, and it will not take so much time; it will not create so much confusion.He himself is now terribly wounded, mortally wounded... he cannot survive. The moment he reaches the trench he falls on the floor with the body of his dead friend. The officer comes and he says, 'I told you not to be foolish! It was not worth it. Now you know what you have done to yourself. The friend is dead and you are dying!' The dying man opened his eyes and he said, 'But it was worth it -- because when I went there, he looked at me and he said, "Jim, I knew you would come."' For love, life can be sacrificed -- it is worth it. But we have been taught just the contrary: sacrifice everything just to be alive; just to survive, sacrifice everything. I teach you the contrary: to be loving, sacrifice everything. Even if life is sacrificed, good -- it is worth it. And the moment you have this attitude, the whole world changes. Your change changes the whole world. And suddenly you see that people are so loving and so kind -- they have always been! Wado

hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Over the vast and bored stellar sun stays the hidden rain of the external touches of expanding oneself… Yes…there is the hidden temperature of the mirrors within and its derivations… How is sweet the “multiply-oneself” in the enchanted realm of lost oneself to oneself mind ….How is sweet the enchant of a cloud that transits those adjacent external skips, of new born star, of the relief breath… There is the chant of the mountain birds within and its wavy concaves of melted harmonic magma… How is sweet the hearing of the external volcano of those that sing since their concavities of high physical-mutant level…..How is sweet hearing the walking of the farthest storms of the sun within…The is the catastrophe , the radio, the receptacle of the fluorescent owl’s eyes friend ……… Sweet sun, sweet rain of the falls and the somersaults….how is magic the “entrails oneself” in the caves of incandescent gold within….how is incandescent the meeting of the non-found beings of the galaxy….. How is soothing the non-saying of the non-said words of the unexpected emerge oneself…. How is soothing the “inspire oneself” at the most relief expiring of exist… Wado

solar "wizarding" the opulent sun of all galaxies and beings and breaths

Let The Blue Hand accomplishes thy sphere of healing the outer world of brightness....let the blue hand catalyzes the inner force which has been waiting to come out and soothe thy solid faces ....let the hand make the sculptur of the future, the new form. you with with your kindness on touching the solar flare inside...you with your incandescent scent of love...you can spread out with your magnetic beauty the power of all the lovers when these get together over the calm brook of nowhere....your with your grace . wado

Here, in the paths of the lost water of the expanded membranes....yes.....here in the rubbles of the new ruin, of the new “catalyzes oneself” towards the entrancing sun…Here it is the harmonic cloud’s shout and its sons of odourless, colorless and wavy tangency….yes… The big spheres want to dance the most beautiful universal cube, the biggest non-symmetrical steps, the brighter nightfall days….yes…the big comets want to land their soothing codes into the being…the lightning beings, the moving noospherical beings… How is pacifying the “meeting oneself” at the forgotten sand of desert within……Opulent Sun of forgotten miracles…Do show the most dense of those speak-full trees….Do show the most forgotten magic pot of universal temperatures….yes….the universe is a tempered being…soundless….we do natural uplift ourselves also without sound propagation…the cardiopath touch of enchant oneself…the natural non-arrange-ful soul…yes….here it is the mystery of the incessant scaling over the desert of the rains….here it is the speak-ful trees desert….the untouchable realm…..here it is the brain of roots of the crystal….the crust vacuum, the oxygen of bones…. wado

in front of the mirror, the unexpect voice sings....

Becoming the air around we change the wheather touching someone's eye we make the spin of their thought dancing in the silence we can move those winds emerging from the own field we can embrace the last soldier, the last attempt......... the soul is unique at its own sensation why are you stooped by? what are you waiting for? what is the next step towards the real accomplishment? yourself....

listen to us we are the last rainbow that touches your sky we've born from a wide star within..that grows in circles nowhere.... and it shines........

your with your kindness to touch the crystal....shoul get the common quartz and become yourself the next messenger of the crystal....all-codes-in material reflection divine's god resembling material...

Where all the beings speak the language of the silence....where all the beings receive instantly the message of the divine....breaking through the other side of the forgotten field of expansion........

Come and sweat sweet being...do play all over my veins, be its river;Enchant the blue trees of our divine will;splash the last thoughts away from now;be the rocky shore of our new cosmic touch-feeling;illuminate our non-stop will to be free, wash us... wado

Life is a continuous give and take. It is a pulsation, just like breathing -- you breathe in, you breathe out. If you are happy, happiness goes out, happiness comes in. If you are celebrating, your breathing becomes a celebration. You touch somebody's hand and you have transformed that man's being -- at least for a moment; you have given him a glimpse, a taste. And of course you are related to many people, in many ways.... They all will start feeling. Many many people who are selfish are needed in the world -- they will become a small broadcasting station of happiness. And then whatsoever you feel like doing, you do. If you want to serve a beggar, serve. But first things first. Otherwise you cannot serve anybody because you have not served even yourself. And god is not going to ask you, 'Why was somebody else a beggar, and somebody poor, and somebody dying?' -- no. He will ask you, 'What have you done with yourself? I had given you an opportunity -- has your seed sprouted? Have you flowered? Has your life been a fulfillment? Have you lived?' If you don't live rightly, your whole energy becomes evil, des-tructive. Have you noticed the interesting fact that if you read the word 'live' backwards, it becomes 'evil' ? Just spell your life a little wrongly, and everything goes rotten -- it becomes evil. So live truly, authentically, sincerely -- that is the most funda-mental thing. I show you life! I don't show you service. Service comes as a shadow. A really alive person is continuously sharing his energy -- whatsoever he has -- because he knows that the more you share, the more you have. So, that you have to decide, otherwise meditation will not be possible, because meditators are bound to be selfish people. A meditator is simply forgetting the whole world. There are so many problems in the world -- and he is sitting with closed eyes under his bodhi tree, meditating, watching his navel! He is really not a good person at all! There are people dying -- you should go and help them to live. There are hungry people. There are orphans, there are wars going on -- you should do something! And you are sitting under the tree and gazing at your navel.... Have you gone mad? But a buddha, a christ, a krishna -- they all flowered in deep silence. Of course once you have flowered, your fragrance can go to the winds, but never before! You don't have anything! So my suggestion is: first be selfish, then altruism will come on its own accord. Then it has a beauty... a totally different quality. Then you are not a do-gooder. You don't impose anything on anybody. You are a sharer, and to whomsoever accepts some-thing from you, you feel grateful, because he has accepted something from you. Then there is no ego trip. Just be here, meditate a little, do a few groups. Touching is very very meaningful. In fact, if the mother has not touched the child very deeply, the child will always remain divided between feeling and thought. Much hugging is needed -- and that has disappeared. Breast-feeding is needed, otherwise the child never starts feeling. Now in the west, mothers don't like to breast-feed because their breasts will lose shape. They don't want to hug too much... touch is almost a taboo. I was just reading about one japanese sculptor whose works were being shown in New York. The curators of the american museum were very much confounded, because he insisted on one thing which was never heard of before. He insisted that below each of his statues he wanted a small sign -- there was no trouble; they said that he could have a sign -- but the sign read: 'Please touch' -- statues! He said, 'I won't allow my work if these signs are not allowed in the museum. Then there is no need for my exhibition. Unless somebody touches my statues, how is he going to feel?' The curators could not believe what this foolish artist was wanting, because in american museums you have the sign, 'Don't touch! Keep aloof!' And that is not only in the museum -- in life also, touching has disappeared. So this is the problem that arises -- the person has not been touched in his childhood, so he does not know how to feel, because touch brings the feel. You can devise methods. If somebody says he cannot feel, then let him lie down -- touch him, hug him, let him feel the warmth of the body. Mothering techniques will be needed. If a woman can help, it will be good. If the woman can play the role of the mother, it will be good. Let him move backwards again to his childhood -- when he was small and he was hankering for warmth. Warmth is food for the feeling part -- that's what is needed. Then he will start moving into emotions. He may start crying... then help him. He may get angry, may move into a tantrum... then help him. But touch seems to be the gateway, so try with touch methods. Wado