Free Spirit

I wasn’t always free.
The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in,
year after year, removing the shame layer by layer,
until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained.
It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.

 

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Inspire Me, Inspiration You!

As you walk down the street, or flick your hair, or move your feet, or throw your hands in the air, a work of art is being based on you.

As you work your way up and pave your way though, someone is rooting for you.

As you do something as simple as being yourself, you're inspiring someone right now. So do us all a favor and keep doing that; keep being an inspiration, keep being YOU.

 

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Neglected Flower

Sometimes in life we forget to care for things, or people, that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along. We neglect them. It’s also a very common human behavior that, once we realize that something or someone is gone, we want to do anything in our power to have what’s lost back, start over again.

But life has already made other plans and what we neglect becomes a lost case.

You can’t revive a flower once it’s dead; you can’t make a hurting soul love you when you’re the reason of its pain. Things must be cared for while they’re still alive. Once they’re gone, it’ll take a miracle to revive.

Take care of your flowers.

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A Life – For You, For Me

Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already a risk. What’s one more try at something extraordinary going to do? Trying is always better than not.

Sing to a powerful song. Listen to a loud tune. Dance to a wild beat. So good for the soul. Imagine a world violence-free. It could be. Doing whatever I please. In peace; with the world, with you, with me.

Pulling in different directions, but in coordination. Oh what a wonderful life it would be. A life lived by me and only me. No other traffic controllers directing it from every angle. As it should be. For you, for me.

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Time Doesn’t Slow Down

I saw a clock turn time today;
it was quick and sharp.
From seven to eight
the colon blinked once.

A rarity it is
to catch the clock doing time
Because, even though it’s its job,
it is too fast for the eye.

Perhaps that’s my fascination,
we never see eye to eye;
me being the late-runner I am,
time doesn’t think that I try

To move at the pace it requires to
make it to dinner by nine.

So today looking at it for once,
actually, so many times,
I smirked, stared and wondered;
so this is how time goes by.

 

 

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Sin With Me?

When I was a little girl, I’d hear the word “pecado” (sin) on the daily. It was in my elders’ vocabulary heavily. I was raised in a catholic family, and almost everything I did; everything I wanted, everything I thought, everything I DREAMED of, was considered a sin. So much that I was in a way afraid to be myself around people because, who knows, breathing might’ve had been sinning.

But sins seemed like so much fun to me. It seemed that all things proven to be good in life were sins. I kind of wanted to sin.

As an adult, effortlessly, I sin. I’m guilty. And as long as I’m not hurting anyone (too much) in the process, I am okay with that. Life is about living. To live fully, mistakes are necessary.

You can’t limit a human life that way. If the religious definition of sinning were to be true, then we’re all sinners by default. Good thing its original meaning is becoming obsolete.

Anyway, I am not trying to discuss “divine laws” — I had this thought in my head today and thought I’d write about it because I like the word and what it represents, and it’s one of my favorite ones to mock.

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