Poem: Here

I will be here, on this side of life, 

Where the sun is always shining, 

The moon endlessly glowing, 

And the unicorns are forever free. 


Poem: The Heart of The Free

We break, we laugh and we keep going, 

It is the heart of the wanderer, 

The soul of the free, 

To search and to never stop trusting, 

The inner fire that keeps propelling, 

Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day. 

As steady as the halo of the moon, 

Long after we travel into ourselves, 

We find what we have been looking for, 

Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,

But still we keep on, becoming the

Queens and Kings we are meant to always be. 

Poem: The Soul

The mind wandering between the past and the future, 

The heart fluttering in the midst of the today and the fragmented moment, 

The soul always glowing within the absence of time. 


Poem: In the strings of time

Down in the strings of time. 

Where the mosses are free, 

And the birds forever twitter, 

What is has already become, 

And the distance that echoes, 

That longing feeling that never fades, 

Has all dissolved into the light. 


Poem: In High Palaces

In High Palaces voices sing, 

Through invisible distances

Of lost times and broken stones, 

Listen! Listen to the lullabies. 

They are angels of others, 

Way down in the depths of the self, 

In vast alleys of the great unknown

Grown fast, deep and wide, 

Stretch out to the open sky. 

Let the roots sink and the wings fly. 

Become a flower that shines, 

A bird that is endlessly gliding, 

A spirit that forever loves. 

Go down darling, deep down. 

Listen to the songs that come. 

Be ready to sacrifice yourself, 

And what is yours will come to you

As it has always been. 

Let your own voice laugh in the shadows, 

Be ready to cry in your little heart, 

And what has been will become. 

Once again, as designed, as promised,
As it is meant to be. 


Poem: Light.

The fire of creations burns in our veins, 

The blood of eternity thrives within our flesh, 

We are beings of a timeless never fading light


Poem: Today is Freedom

Tomorrow is but a faint blossoming midst, 

Yesterday a fading revolving shadowy dream, 

But today… ahhh today is an ever blossoming freedom . 
— written a few months ago, June 2017. 


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. 


Poetry lines: Inspiration for the day. 

” Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will, To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” Alfred Tennyson, last lines of Ulysses


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.