Places, poetry

A sidewalk that speaks….. 

Words of wisdom, for those that walk through these cobbles stones. So perfect. This is what architecture and the environment around us is supposed to be and do: a constant reminder of the significance of life. 

inspiration, On my mind, poetry

A poem: Ode to life by Martha Medeiros

ODE TO LIFE by Martha Medeiros

He who becomes the slave of habit,

who follows the same routes every day,

who never changes pace,

who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,

who does not speak and does not experience,

dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,

who prefers black on white,

dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,

that turn a yawn into a smile,

that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,

dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,

who is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,

to thus follow a dream,

those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,

die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,

who does not listen to music,

who does not find grace in himself,

she who does not find grace in herself,

dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,

who does not allow himself to be helped,

who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,

dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,

die slowly.
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,

reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead

to the attainment of a splendid happiness.


A poem: In this moment.

Between then and now, 

In that place where it all just is, 

Colliding into one single moment, 

The past, the future and this today, 

One second contains it all. 

Frozen in that no-land, 

Hearts shaking, butterflies fluttering, 

Inside an ever flowing ecstasy, 

That’s where I find you. 

Waiting for me, calling on me, 

We live there, in that aleph, 

In these alchemical mutations, 

These ever expanding worlds, 

Where all that has been still is, 

Echoing through the ages, 

Singing through these portals of time, 

Smiling I speak to the moon, 

Dancing, in this glow that is only ours, 

I become all that is meant, 

To always and forever be. 


A poem: Keep on singing

I’m going to keep on singing these soft songs, 

In this wondrous land that is only mine. 

I’ll keep on dancing to this mellow lullaby, 

Of that heavenly moonlight that only I can see. 


It doesn’t matter that you are not here, 

I can be complete in bliss without you. 

I’ll keep on flying through these dreams, 

Of that beautiful mystery that only love can claim. 


A poem: Deep inside my heart.

When I look around deep inside of my heart, 

I see, ever so clearly, that you are still there. 

In between fragments of thousands of memories, 

Someplace beyond frozen and incomplete dreams, 

With a million butterflies in captured flight, 

And countless broken tears that never got to fall. 

Caught in emotions that won’t ever subside, 

Captured in words that will never be said.

Closed, open, frozen, neglected, dismissed,

Encapsulated, on pause or set finally free…

Who knows what will become of this feeling,

Of this mysterious place that you have carved. 

You might always be there, but I don’t see it…

I only find you when I look deep inside my heart.


A poem: A dream of love.

Couldn’t you hear me calling?

Awake in dreams, wandering free. 

I knew in my heart that it was true. 

That you were mine, and that I was yours. 

Just as the sun revolves in heaven,

As the dawn always breaks,

As the birds forever sing. 

So it is true that you are in me, 

And I am always in you.