Dreamy Poetry

Anger

One day in anger I lost you
The ego that now hurts so much
It was me, not you who ran away
And the cowardice that hurts so much
There is still my yes on that bench
That yes I forgive you
That we could fight
And you stayed by my side until today.

That you wouldn’t have suffered so much
And your eyes in mine
I knew there was a lot more fire.
Years later your eyes
They still glow in the dark of my mind.

It would be something we could work on
Forgiveness for a simple mistake
I lost you in regret and had to face it
The uncertainty of youth
And the cold mornings were colder
And in life as uncertain as our futures.

The past hurts
But I’m glad you’re around
A lantern in the present
To light the way of the future
But my affection for you is never absent.

My mind

My mind is a dark place
Distant with dreams to light
Some doors of my destiny
In any clandestine
Surrounded, sometimes by ghosts
That the music there helps to amaze.

Understanding me is like walking through a maze
No exit in sight.
I feel that doubt is the eternal state
From my epic mess.

On the tangent of a lost scream
Like a gun that fires
A bullet that hurts someone, random
And there is a wound that never heals.

The kiss

How about a kiss
A sweet and bitter kiss
One of those that lingers in the memory
In the moments when you make glory
And in those I tell our story.

The love that makes us think
That sometimes we’ll walk
After all, I like to love
In the sense that commands life
And what makes us lovers,
Not by destiny, but by right to such experience
Which is seldom called clemency.

In the end I love you
In the end I kiss you
At the end of our life
I will regret losing you

I feel good in hope
To have you in my heart
I feel good in hope
Of loving you and having your forgiveness
I feel good in hope
Of some day of having given you a kiss

The love that makes us think
That sometimes life is strange
That sometimes makes us its trick
And it makes us hurt so many times
And to think that I’m going to have to give up
Of that hope of having you in my chest
But I still love you so much.
I will continue my path by your side,
Not to sing this sad fate
What is to think that I will never have you in me
And wake up from the love that puts me with a hangover.

I wander in gardens
I wander in the truth of your lips
That they bring me after a whole day without you.

It’s something I can’t explain
Sometimes I think that life,
It’s weird so many times.

My cry after your goodbye

I will try to be as honest as possible.
When all that’s left in life is hopeless
And I feel that I am much more than I thought,
So when the starlight went out
And everything else went dark
What happened?
My world, I discovered too late, died.

I feel unfinished
Like an incomplete rhyme

Of this sad fate
Without getting that longing
Show in me, in my chest, the truth
Of the person I am after all
Or what I do, react, or give myself.

I feel completely unfinished
Because I express myself with longing
In an imperfect way, this fado.

What happened to the world to die like this?
What led to its tragic end?

The stars went out because you left,
And you went without a single word, justification
And you, after all, my world, it was you.
Yes you!

You were my world, the fire of passion,
My life, my soul, my heart,
My spirit in everything.

Please come back and complete me
Resurrect me and love me

This is my plea,
The cry after your goodbye.

Adore in every word

One morning I wake up
And I really remember
From last night with you
Gazing at the stars
But the real star
It’s just you.

Let me look at you
Let me look at your body
In the moonlight
I ask you to kiss me
That you touch me and make me happy
This is the truth that is said.

You are beautiful in every word
In all senses
In all ways
Everywhere
Even on my street
The truth that is naked and raw
I will love the day that I have
In my arms again.

In summary
I adore you
With all the words
With all the senses
In all ways
Everywhere
Even on my street.

I think

I think how life can be
So strange and reminds me
I want you from here
From this mountain to see you
Sitting on this hill
Sitting I want to love
I want to love you one more day
This is how it is, my day to day
Even when I’m intensely sad.

I think about life, sometimes without you
And without your sweet love
To sweeten my mouth
So a never sad face
Does not succumb to pain.

The Beginning of Tomorrow

Today I wanted to love you
And I woke up with the desire to kiss
Kiss someone like you today
Kiss the star of my heart
Kiss only, my passion.

I thought about what I dreamed
And I loved forever
During the dawn
My forest fairy
Let me sleep on your lap
So that I can think about you tomorrow.

Today
I want to kiss you
Feel you
I felt the lips that Nature gave you.
Even if it’s dark
I only see the sky with you
This is mine and yours
And nobody else’s.

I just love it
I just feel
I just have something
That I don’t have
Love like that, with an open heart

Today
It will just be the continuation
From tomorrow and tomorrow
It is the continuation of your destiny.

Learn to enjoy every moment

If we know how to take advantage
In all contexts of life,
We are happy, more willing to love,
Everything is respected, life is colorful.

We face our destiny
Like that road
Close to our home like a teaching,
The one full of holes, bored.

But the road passes
At our tired feet
And we won another stage,
We do not give up in the face of these obstacles.

Every curve and hole,
It might even be an opportunity,
To live better in our space,
With respect and truth.

Sweetness

It’s your simple sweetness
That tempers my life,
I hope and wish that you stay.
I love you because I chose to love you,
O life.

Calm me with your peace,
Tomorrow I am someone capable,
To live loved and fulfilled,
Without fate sadness.

I live with you without melancholy,
Just pure happiness and harmony,
With your simple sweetness,
That sweetens my life, O life.
I love that you kiss me
I love you fairy, queen of me, oh life.

You are perfect in our mornings
When I wake up, you sketch
Your special smile,
The one you only keep for me.
May they never end,
The mornings, ours,
I get silly and you make fun...
The life...

Leaves

Old leaves fall
On the ground that receives them
With love and surround them
While in this erotic game,
Like naked women
The trees are bare,
In an autumn that brings change,
In this game of hot and cold
An annual ritual of hope
To ask the gods for better days.

Bare, the trees, dance in the wind,
The wind brings them fresh water from the rain
And in the spring a new sprout will be born.
Slowly the airy muse dances
Seduces the wind and the rain falls in a moment
Fresh, harmonious and perfect, will be born after
A new sprout that will be flower and then fruit,
Will bring the birds and the bees to take
I get the seeds for the new trees.

Now the birds gather
To prepare, afterwards, on his spring journey.
In their wings they hide,
Dream by the waters of April.
Now they sleep warm in the branches of old trees,
Those who once sang
And danced in the wind, to bring them
The cool autumn water.

Rebel

I described the pain
That it cost me to heal
In a revealing poem
Still a child still playing.

Dreams that hurt
Like evil slaps
That just brought
The hard lesson for every day.

Rebellious pimples
Black glasses like magnifying glass
To reveal how lowly
My adolescence occupies
In the void not yet filled
How many unhealed wounds
If in part I was still held back
In bad memories
That time will never erase.

Look at me

When you look at me
Remember who I am.
I don’t pretend and I won’t give you roses.
Be content with the jasmine I give
Well, I went to get him to that mountain
That mountain you said you liked
In the pamphlets of our travels.
And there I was mounted on the horse of my imagination.
And I told rosemary that I cared for you with my heart.

I will not promise wealth
Not even that house you dream of
Or a car, or any other material good.
Because the immaterial, our love
It’s more important in our life together.

I will only give you delicacy, seasoning
Love, affection and some bad mood
Of an imperfect moment.
But if there was perfection it was a sign
That our love would be counterfeit.

I won’t promise you perfection
But you will always have my heart,
I promised rosemary that I would take care of you.
And that I also promised you.

When you look at me
Remember that I never promise
I’m going to be the sword prince
Who saves you riding a white horse.
But yes, a simple poet in love
What takes you to that mountain
Mounted on the horse of my imagination.
Intent counts.

When your gaze turns
For me, if you have the courage
Don’t stay there and watch the landscape come and go,
Love me madly, like I love you madly
And protects me hopelessly from what may come.
Just as I protect you hopelessly.
Fight

The fight does not declare
Victory alone
The fight is a fight
Who declares peace in the light
And war in the dark
Struggle is the word that best translates
When there’s room in the heart
For there to be peace
When there is a leader who is able
To keep hope,
Prosperity and bonanza.

Dictators who kill,
It has neither courage nor heart.
Leaders who fight for their people
And they fight until the end
Even when there is so little.
They are heroes and their courage has no end.
Courage is your shield and secret weapon
And know will be written and sung
In full history books and music
Of his people who also sing to their loved ones.
They, the good leaders were never soldiers,
But simple and honest men.

The dictator has his eyes on everything
Less in your own conviction
And conviction is what will lead you to ruin
Because even those who follow lose their conviction
And he becomes aware that he is in a ravine.

Don’t come and say that a dictator is crazy
Because being crazy means
Who doesn’t know what he’s doing.
The dictator knows he won in blood
And the marks of your crime are written
In every corner of the truth
But it’s your war machine
With the advertising tool
That he serves to wash minds
Of those who put him in power
And he doesn’t know or knows the swing
From the wheel of power and pure space
From a thin veil between life and death.
He knows that he destroys all that is good.
A woman walks
On the naked street of love
She puts her hand in mine
And look at me in your pain.

Close your face with your hands
To cry the overwhelming emptiness.
As a tear runs down your eyes
An overwhelming pain.

Mother who screams inside
Weeps the bitterness of war
A spoiled child
Part to face the war
That he would never ever choose.

My hand tries to soothe the pain
From the mother, but that just makes it worse.
My hand brings the memories of love
And he does it because my hand was the phantom touch
From your child’s hand
The mother cries more and closes her hand more
But tears can never bring solace
Crying is just a human reaction to grief
And she knows she won’t bring him back
She collapses in grief and emptiness.

A good mother, a good son
And a dictator who wants only blood.
A womb always full of love.
An empty womb and so much pain.

Banal

I know it’s banal of you
Despise the writer and poet.
But what if it was a crime
Abandon a poet to his human poverty
If the poet never abandoned you,
Alone in your profane ignorance.

I know you find it banal to watch
To things and to keep silent
In the corner because they were educated to watch
When dad asks them to be polite
When he made the sign of silence.

I know it’s easier to cross your arms
To avoid retaliation and embarrassment.
I know it’s easier to have a wedge,
Without moving a nail,
Underneath a door that opens to you
An opportunity for an easy job,
And have someone save your skin
But I know that in the end the fight was not yours.
It’s not even your strength
Abandon even if it makes you unhappy.

Be yourself

I admit to being skilled at something,
But I will never be fragile.
I’m nice,
But if they take me
Like someone who gives in easily,
Not only are they fake,
Especially with yourselves,
As they are masters of deceit.

Despite not being talented at all,
I feel lucky I’m not like that
As fragile as people
They don’t look like who I am.

After all, only I really know myself,
Only I know what I feel,
The people who think
Who know me well,
Will never know who I truly am.

It’s false for someone to tell me
Who knows me well,
Because I, in all my “I”,
I am unpredictable at all times.
It’s strange, and most incredible,
Almost the height of hypocrisy,
Try to know more about me,
What I know of myself,
And yet, certain people,
Not knowing anything about themselves.

Where many can see my weakness,
I see my own strength,
I often exaggerate
In my actions
Just to see how they react
And know who I can count on,
Many may have already failed
The little tests,
But also many passed
And I know who I can count on.

Don’t take this message
As a direct or affront,
That would be your long shot,
Don’t even see me as someone bitter,
Just like a simple
Alert message,
Only those who want to are affected.
Just be honest with yourselves.
Don’t take me as someone fragile and sensitive
If you don’t really know me
Because in the end,
They will only be masters of their own deceit.
Sad indeed.

Dreams

I decided to dream my life
But it’s not in my choice
Cross your arms to the chosen fight
Because my work is not that of a God
But I encompass with me all mine,
When touching, giving color to colors
Of your tired hopes
Of your revolted choices
To see so many arms crossed on the side of the road
The one that of bad reputation traveled
By those who chose to do nothing.

I work with them all day,
Were brought up in the cradle of ignorance
The government did not let them have importance,
Never let them have that perk.

The doer of nothing, even protests
As if it were the worst of sacrilege
Take with the buffet of wisdom,
They were jealous of the boys who went to college.

I decided to give light to the eyes of those who don’t want to see anything.
My work will never be that of a God
But I chose to fight for the science and wisdom of living
To win without ever shying away from hatred
Of those who chose to look at anyone from the side,
That will be their punishment for accepting their fate.

Troglodyte minds victims of ignorance
Society is a victim of itself
Because motto was that the sum of its anxious
Was annihilated and the remainder was zero
Because there was no division between school and work.

Don’t mutilate yourself

Don’t mutilate yourself
By the words of others
Or their fake smiles
For you must strengthen in yourself
The verb to fight for who will also fight for you.

Discover the unknown if you don’t know
Yourself, if that’s your mission
Avoid repeating to yourself that failure can
But it’s not, be the solution to something above
Of your abilities, which is not true.

March

March, dress and don’t camouflage
Your being of true colors
That nefarious hypocrisy tried to stifle
For thou were born pure into the world, and thou shalt die
With nothing left to give.

Be the rebel that no one else
Had the courage to be
Because the voice that keeps you will be in you
Agreed to never let you forget
How disgusting is ignorance
Taking away from you your role and importance,
I want you to always be a nobody
When your dream is to be that someone.

The taste of indifference

I have in my mouth
The taste of your indifference
It was already so little
The life of my hope
That someone had a clue
That your contempt
It doesn’t kill just one heart
But also the dream
That a poet can change the world.

Clean your hand
Keep every coin
Who could buy the compassion book.
As if just give a salvo
It was the bane of a good actor.
When he gave all his splendor.
But it actually went beyond the pain
For the audience to be hypocrites and just smile.
So are the people with the artists
Let them die alone in the cold streets.

Short memory of
Fools
Empty pockets
And always with bullshit talk.

A heart stopped beating
Because society wanted
Turn the darkest face at dusk
And there won’t be another dawn
For the eternal learner.

Breath

I tried to take comfort in the little things
That can never give encouragement
For thinking I could tame comfort
To be happy with so little and with the wind
That brings hope for a new beginning.

The words that fail me,
Are the same ones who abandoned me
Lucky to be small and nobody
To have a life to whom and nothing beyond.

Until when

How long will this adventure last?
When Portugal has had enough,
Enough that threaten free citizens to advance
If one enough would heal the wounds
Of a democracy spent in the mists
From memory, which many people fail.
After so many issues and schemes
To find out who is the better thief and leader.

Portugal was Empire
At the cost of human lives
But the expensive effort
It gave, in part, better lives.
Today, what we learned,
At the expense of mistakes and flesh,
Hanging by a thread for an ideal that doesn’t exist
But which was invented to serve,
Even if they never admit it,
The indignant flies that sound,
Of democracy is too high
And they want to kill the constitution and everything good,
That has been conquered throughout pure history
And the light blinds them to the moon.

The screams of enough
Were drowned out by the incoming gunfire
And one is enough that tries at all costs,
And above all cost of living. Cover up the crime
That democracy hangs by a thread in the corner.
Abstention is the only card of the political elite.
A card with no value, fear remains, bluff.
But there is hope in those who are anything but afraid
To speak shamelessly to a divided nation
And if hope arrives tomorrow, I learn to pray.

Words

what are words
If your eyes say it all?
You told me you loved
My heart and my world
I learned to see you
With eyes to see
You taught me well how to read you.
I have a lot to praise you for.
Why dream
If you are a reality?

I learned that you are a queen to worship,
You gave me the purpose to fight for the truth
For your pure and so rare love.
You are a sweater
For my little soul,
The cold can be colder
But you are the spring
With your very wise words,
That make new fruits grow
Our future together.

But I feel empty
In your absence
But you taught me
To be resistant.
Because you love me.

I learned to keep
Your warmth in my heart
I learned with you to believe
I kept your kisses in one hand.
I keep them so they don’t fly away,
Waiting for the cycles of life
Don’t take me
Away from my care and joy.

Futile and useless

Futile and useless have delineated paths
That go through making unfounded pretexts
To have a simple superfluous conflict
And go beyond the measure of the simplest complex
Be of superiority and inferiority
Wearing out for no reason at all, the truth.

These include politicians and criminals
Who in their purest nature feel pleasure
In bringing the meanest things
And they are doubtful beings.
Your nature is inconsistent
On abstract square roots.

As guaranteed as guarantee
That the impossible is possible
In the promises of bad payer.
And in the campaigns of those who fight
Against each other
To see who offers the most pens
It is better?

And promises at any level
On the poverty line?
It is better?
What if it’s your tie
Is it worth more than a house?
It is better?

It would be better if people weren’t so blind
And don’t let yourself be bought
With promises with cheap promises.

East Cities

I breathe the city
With the smell of the future,
But sin for reality,
Of the difficulties of the beggars.
And the wet grass in the garden,
It is the heart of city life.
As if nothing were, anyway,
My lack of adrenaline,
To feel the sweet touch
Of adventure stirring me.

I feel the cold of people,
That go empty and grey,
It hurts just thinking about it
In how much urban poverty,
Not just in a town in the other east.

Bucharest is harsh and cold.
Arad is in my heart anyway
Athens has an endless sadness
Belgrade suffers from the communist grey
And the scars of war
Zagreb has the best of the sun
Sofia has her beauty
But the poor don’t have a sheet.

No one reads

If you write
Nobody reads you
If you dream
Nobody performs you
If you sleep
Nobody wakes you up
If you are honest
Nobody listens to you
And you’re all that
Nobody loves You.

If you go to the ground
Everyone step on you
If you are heaven
Everyone is jealous
If you believe
Everyone calls you heretic
But if you are all that
Everyone will call you marginal.

Ego

I hate myself because the ego
Speak louder than reason
Because the ego is ugly
Such is my wrong self, son of illusion.

It hurts to be the seamless idiot
For breathing and being impulsive in everything
Because my self does not relax
And kills any chance of happiness
Any sign of smile or harmony.

Kindness

You don’t need to be a god
To practice mercy
Because you were born of the kindness of yours,
Of your love, of peace harmony.

Do good believing in yourself first
Believe in your good spirit and not in those
Because you are in fairness the last
And never the other spirits that force you to believe.

Because you were born naked, pure and virgin of evils,
Humanity impregnates your headboard
Educate you and shape your destiny like clay
Another being is born within you, false consciousness,
Called mind, what a mind, life passes in a spasm..

A sigh is the price of life for a destiny
It is already addicted, used with many quirks.
The high pays off in the end, the initial sigh is the killer
That stabs slowly, rots in a few hours
The weak flesh that has marinated in ignorance and hypocrisy.

Cypress

Cypress,
Your green is your mourning
When you veil with your garment
And you pay your tribute
Who is no longer with us,
When you keep every soul
Let him live in your house.

Cypress that perfumes the final abode
Of those who left without knowing where to go
You are the guardian who protects from evil
The wind sings with you the essence of feeling.

Dagger

If you are a dagger
That you kill well
If you are mortal fire
That you burn well
If you are love
May you do all this well.

If you go adventure
Don’t be a labyrinth
If you are sweet
Don’t be the foreskin
But you are love
May you be all that and well.

If you are a flower
Be the essence
Of a love
And not your decadence.

Memories

Before dear old
An empty house without smiles
The memories, the tears
The stories now silent
Life is short and we leave it behind
All everything without a foreshadowing.

Soul that sees no other Spring
He left us too soon
But that’s how the law prevails
A soul that returns together from its parents.

We arrived at the pier and waited for the boat.
We are carried away by the current
Never and never at random
Guided by what the conscience feels.
The path takes us down a divided road
And we have to choose which to roam
And the boatman won’t let us go back.

Empty

In the bosom of empty things
Like empty minds
Things remain empty
In the void of empty things
They are vague and empty things.

Complete incomplete
Full of voids
Opaque and abstract
To fill all the spaces
In the void of empty space
Of nothing darker than all the dark itself.

Go around
Empty and self-possessed
I saw
I have lived
Empty wanted to be persistent
Like the leaves that never fall
But the leaves of my winter
I wanted the leaves of my dreams
Fall into the voids
Where are the other dead dreams
In a forest of emptiness and darkness
In the fog of illusion.

Cherry trees

My cherries
Comes from the cherry trees
Older than Europe.
Those cherry trees are not mine
But yes, themselves.

Older than Europe
Who drank from the clearest water,
That the mists of memories
Erased from mortal men
They forgot how to kill the cede
Of knowledge, the ultimate.

They were and still are, queens of themselves
But men were jealous of his majesty
Of that same freedom to live long ages
Without bowing down to anyone
Not even in the face of shadow or death.

And men said to these cherry trees
That the trees belong to the earth only
And that they cannot grow anywhere but on earth
And so they had their feet bound in shackles of rock than time, forever and ever.
Time, a creation of man, who thus wove.
And Earth’s kingdom was theirs, but men were born
with their condition and in that condition they lived small and small decades.
They gave the timeless Cherry Trees conditions
To trap them and be dominated by closed minds who live so little.
And it was on condition that their crowns
They should be given to those who wanted them subjugated
Limited to forever bear fruit to dictators.
Who evicted them from everything in their little ages.

Dance

One dance, one path and two destinations

One day I was
Standing to accompany
Up close on my stage
I felt a breeze from your sea,
Get closer to me
To ask me to dance,
In this endless swirling waltz.

Your dance on that sandy floor
On that vivid stage, mine and yours,
Maybe you want to dance with me your whole life,
Even though a thousand obstacles and boredom arose,
We fight with the effort of a thousand men
To lift our smile higher
Beyond human effort and other laws,
We climbed the plateau with strength and joy
Of happiness, harmony and happiness,
To show the little ones
That nothing, really nothing, not even walls,
Takes us away from pure happiness, living reality.

Thanks for the dance, friend,
Which you taught me the last word,
The hope on which I place my life.
Gave me a road map,
That you placed me in my hands with affection,
For me to follow the hard path,
Towards a better destination.

Decide what you want to do

Do you want me or do you want me?
If you love me you lose your mind
Because without exception love
Has its ridiculous way
To make us crawl on our knees, that pain.

Calm down, it’s not in the heart, but in the knees
This pain of yours and my stupidity.
My wise mind, which did not forewarn me
That it would really hurt, and we yelped like dogs
We cried like crazy on that floor, didn’t you say?

I warned, says the brain, to do something before the master teaches
It always gives very bad results and you will end up on your knees
Whining like a madman in a young life, but already bitter
In this silly tide of tears, don’t be like the old men
That death has not yet come and they already think of it as an alternative
To everything, when some difficult obstacle approaches.

Do you want or want me?
Think first, but still today
Because tomorrow you’re old and you’ll have wrinkles,
You will walk hunchbacked and bent over the streets
You will have a mole on your nose, single,
You will regret yesterday all your life
And the kids will make fun of you because they think
That you are a witch and you speak rudely
With the kids and they will be afraid of you
As soon as they see you.

Be sensible, think first
Say you love me when you know the answer
To this crazy riddle that even makes me dizzy
Like those high heels that scare your height
For your haughtiness and slightly upturned nose.
I know you boil and smell mystery like fragrance,
The one I fell in love with, but now, it gives me some importance,
Do not leave me in ignorance and answer me what you want from me.

Reflection

The being we take away the dream, we are the paradox, the antithesis of meaning and conscience, which should be a word in disuse, is a sacrilege if we are going to talk about the happiness of animals of not thinking.
If they decided to anoint my soul in this world of vices of this society, today I marinate in a soft fire in the same ones that I abhor.
Eyes that see and do not see, blind without being blind, think they are kings for having eyes, in their kingdom of nothing.
I drink and get drunk on dreams, the hope of getting home is a long road that I stumble over every step. The light is far away seems to be close and the near is so far away. The stairwell seems endless, the span is steep, it almost fell into the reality of my consciousness. Falls, coughing, hiccups, that bottled pollution was strong, look how I am.
You can put me to bed, tomorrow there’s more.

This is my reflection, my attempt to face the fear of being a philosopher and the fear of imitating the great, if I am so small.

The death

Death suits everyone, when in life we think that nothing in life made sense, even if they don’t want to understand it, it’s the pure truth.
We feel naked and helpless even dressed, when we see that nothing in this world is logical, pollution lingers in the air, leaving that fetid and disgusting odor of monstrous human actions, without any regret.
I don’t know who I am, purely, I’m just something alive, with conscience, but without understanding anything at all, thinking: -Am I human, being so different from other Men?
The eyes no longer look at the sky towards the universe, they look purely at the dictators.
They look, without understanding the psychological death that kills them little by little.
Many believe in a faith that was never theirs.
For others, faith is a means of ruling and conquering. -Or was it not the same, something holy and sacred that transmits peace and love?
So, there is no “Holy War”, there is war in the name of an entity that they are unaware of but that even so the thirst to govern the world is something that blinds every Man. -We are the real blind.
A wise man and leader once said, not a king, as many claim. –“He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.” Many men die without a cause for something no one understands, just the thirst to rule and command.
Doubt persists, life is an uncertainty masked as something I cannot explain, but it leaves doubts and death is certainty and reality affects everyone.
Death is just another path, but this time towards something we don’t know, but being something that at the same time cleans the soul and prepares it for another path, when the universe understands that the soul needs a new path.

Who am I?

“I may not please Greeks or Trojans, but as I am neither one thing nor the other, I just want to please myself, but without hitting the ego bubble, so that it doesn’t hit me in the face, so I avoid being selfish. Bubble of routine to get out of it. The jungle gave me rules that I respect, but the rules of men are absurd and against my nature. They try to tame my indomitable spirit, breaking my wild being, but I say that until today I was the only one who made the word “possible”. “Stronger than steel or any other metal in this world... Try to tame me.”

Fair warning

If you are simple-minded, then this book ain’t for you. I don’t desire to spark and spread your fear, hate, or no understanding of me. And if I did am sorry for you but not for what I just wrote. I am unable to help you if you decide to hate what I wrote here. These are the hard truths I learned all my life alone and sometimes in the dark.
None of the traumas I had to endure all my life, I don’t blame my parents for what happened because they were innocent in all the scheme of life but the society that drove them there like lambs to the slaughter. I was well educated, even though living in a dysfunctional family. None of my traumas drove me to addictions. I don’t smoke. I drink alcohol when I have a good occasion and on these occasions I rarely get drunk. I am healthy. I have my problems to deal with as any of us have. I don’t hate religion or the people who attend it. My parents are super religious, for example. I try to explain certain things to my parents and yet this won’t fit and don’t blame them anymore like I once did. They were victims of down. And if you feel the same as I did, you are not alone. I feel your pain. I do. Your mistrust is not in vain. You suffered enough. Now it is time to take all out of or chest and tell your story. Save your mind and soul. Breathe. You are a gentle soul. You did nothing wrong if you feel the pain caused by those who oppressed your feelings. However, love who loves you. Do not hate those who might hate you and develop strange ways to love them secretly. Make the best coffee or tea for your life, drink it and enjoy it alone or with the best of friends or family. Relearn how to love your family. Forgive but don’t forget. It is ok to remember, it means you learn your lesson. A good lesson is one that you learned with certain pain. Trust yourself. Learn how the hard truths.
Back then, when you were a child once and innocent he remembered the first time his parents introduced him to adore a divine being that you believe created him. Then, you understand that there are questions that not even parents can answer about that mystical and mysterious being. The same around. And the leader of that cult doesn’t have or doesn’t want to answer those questions. Unanswered questions lead you to fear, a spark of hate shines in this child’s eye, and it’s converted to hate and trauma. And it remains two questions unanswered.
Why am I here? Who dared to be so mean and create me to belong to an unfair and evil world where all are a hypocrite and want to crucify others because you don’t have faith or you choose to have a different faith? Faith should be fair and just. And religion is the opposite of faith. Religion is ruled by fanatics. Faith is ruled only by yourself. And each faith shall forever be different. My faith is different from that of one of my friends. I just choose not to bring it into religion, because it oppresses my faith. Religion is not faith. Religion is all that oppressors wish to silence in your faith, a chance to make difficult questions. And they insult you, oppress you, limit your mind growth. Those who suffer from traumatic experiences, go into addictions and other darker things that occupy the human mind.
We see this in the news. Politicians, famous people, and so on praise things they won’t ever understand because they were oppressed once even if in a second. Something sparked fear, something that limited the mind and made it close and see only the easy path. Well, in general, our minds were designed to see only the exit sign of a door. The mind enters a panic mood if it doesn’t.
Fear sparks like a ray of thunder in a forest of light and full of light. Then, as a wildfire, it will burn all that was green and beautiful. And the mind lies to you that all will be fine when it won’t. Fire and fear will consume you. This is what you thought. Well... Relearn how to become a phoenix and be reborn from the ashes. Forget the cycle. Life shall never have limits and you are the only one in the end that continues to limit yourself even though you don’t have any one to limit you. Limitation and that oppressed you won’t live forever. But learn to love your neighbor even if he/she kicks your nuts all the time. Time will tell. And you will tell your tale in heaven and to yourself only.