Grades que Libertam (em inglês)

Contemplating the infinity of this blue sky with reddish lilac, something makes me sure that behind these grids are dangerous different and parallel worlds. The seagull that flew free in the particles of this blue, now disappears, distinct and tiny, among the fears, dreams, uncertainties and wills that insist on floating in the sky, spaced out, distracted, lost and tiny. Being trapped may seem only physical, but the imaginary grids that each holds within them have their meaning, their motive, and their consequence. They are internal conflicts, they are subtle damage created by the self, committed by your own mind and caused by storms of the past that still wet our unconscious. Sometimes you can be lost and stuck at the same time, because being stuck goes beyond the distance we can reach. It has to do with the obstacles in our way, the challenges, the suffering and the feeling of impotence. Being stuck is not seeing a way out, not having scape, not finding a window. The price of finding freedom is to be carried away by the particles of the blue of the sky, to sink into feelings, fears, dreams, uncertainties ... is not to be afraid to feel. Getting rid of these imaginary grids means much more than just being loose. It means to find oneself within, to know oneself, to accept oneself and, at last, when its time comes, to disappear. Let it dissipate in the mystery of eternal darkness. If you allow yourself to faint, because, after all, everything that lives results in death, it results in disappearing, resulting in ending.

September 11, 2016