Letchworth State Park, NY

Folhas secas rebuscadas pelo vento
São levadas ao horizonte do nada
Transmitem dor e angústia
Aos que procuram detê-las
Tidas como fortes e leves
Podem causar transtornos maiores
A vida propicia a tristeza
Aos contaminados pela escuridão
Aos que temem a vitória
Aos que sentem rejeição

Folhas secas carregadas
Pelas mãos da infelicidade
Te levam às dúvidas da solidão
Causam desespero sem pretensão
Tentam agir de alguma forma
Estão prestes a provocar dor
Os conselhos recebidos
Devem ser levados a sério

Porque por mais que você tema
Algo poderá te ajudar

(translation)

Dry leaves picked carefully by the wind
Are taken to the horizon of nothing
Transmit pain and anguish
To those who want to withhold them
Known as strong and light
Can cause big upheavals
Life propitiates sadness
To those contaminated with darkness
To those who fear victory
To those who feel rejection

Dry leaves are carried
By the hands of unhappiness
Bring you to the doubts of solitude
Cause desperation with no claim
Trying to act somehow
Are about to provoke pain
The advices received
Must be taken seriously

Because even if you fear
Something could help you

1. Letchworth State Park is one of the most beautiful in NY, definetely my favorite. More information.
2. This website contains beautiful photos of the park.
3. Autumn is a heavy rock dutch band. Check them out!

Barbara Brayner

Collaboration: Amanda de Oliveira

Strangely pursuing a purpose
A path to freedom
To the endless
Imitating floating dolls

Chasing an empty collar
A reason to forget
To the past
Hiding floating dolls

Letting conformity through
The wretched mind
To feel whole
Crossing floating dolls

Flying away conscience
Until you reach the in-between
The heroic harp
Imagining floating dolls

Diving deep alone
With an ached heart
A forgotten feeling
Replacing floating dolls

Clearing the sky
The open mind
To conquer everything
Burning floating dolls

Safely noticing a weakness
An illusion
To plan a way-out
Blowing floating dolls

Getting closer to the answer
To the unknown
The question
Following floating dolls

Waking up from abysses every morning
Hiding from where you are
Floating back…
Landing floating dolls

05/15/2010

By Sabrina Blaze

1. Japan’s Edo Nagashi-bina or, “Floating Dolls” Festival, is a traditional event which started 1000 years ago.
2. Charlotte Bracegirdle’s ‘Floating Doll’, painting is on sale at Murmur Art for 850. Click here to buy

My last post about the Moon felt the right one to get started with, for a lot of reasons, including the fact that I absolutely love the Moon. And now I’m gonna talk about another love of mine…

I wrote the words below when my time living on a cruise ship was over after 4 months on board, and I just felt the need to express my feelings for a way of life that I didn’t want to end, at least not so soon. Living and working on a cruise ship was an unexpected journey filled with happiness, friendships, adventures, loneliness, fatigue, emotions, obstacles,  … A lot of joys and difficulties but always worth it. They were a few months that definitely felt like a year and  I had no idea the experience would be as awesome as it ended up being. I guess you can get an idea by reading this:

(so far untitled…)

I stopped getting closer to the horizon
The minute I left you
Our lives fit so well together
I don’t know what happened

You sound so unclear now…
Undecided
And I feel so lost
Can I please have my compass back?

My eyes hurt reaching the horizon now
They no longer belong
I just can’t feel it anymore
Can’t breathe no more

I see it upside down
And my ink wants to follow it
What should I do
If now it’s out of my sight?

I still need the horizon and its continuity
I miss the pure salt essence in the air
And how desperate a simple ball became when it belonged to you
I miss the huge sky following and covering us
I miss the race the rain had to face to reach us

My selfish heart deserves to hear only its own beatings
My selfish eyes implore not to see any others
I just want to be only me and you again

Here are some of these moments

Your light floats on dark waters

Penetrating the immensity of nature

The wind and the water dances

The symphony of desire

Making you their host

The skies appear vulnerable to your embrace

While clouds instigate with balance

Your sight calls the night

And initiates a whole procedure

Of tucking in the greatest

Sometimes you prepare yourself early

Worried about losing your spot

Intimidated by the magnitude

Of the greatest… star