30 setembro 2015

To Be Michele Pó

My roots spread across three continents, drinking, regenerate and nourishing this diverse ancestry. Tracks, books, words, poems, paths. Colors, ideas, sounds, images. Silence. Laughter. Smiles that fill the memory. Entry in the array of who I am, connection to the remote seeds, dancing with the universal matter, ineffable song of compassion. Harmonic rhythms. Waves. Tidal inspiration. Expiration winds. Dreams Flaming ether, sweet wick of materialization. Sun, much sun. Light. And Sea, soft melody of the heart. Enthusiasm, passion, loss, forgiveness. You, beauty, mirror, empathy, sharing. So many are the words that touch me to love, so few to contain the essence of who I am.

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