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towards and towards


weak lamp and strong silent space
the little cabin hidden in the backward behind grape tree and bushes exposes its red bricks and opened window to breath the cold air of the night

i don’t know my name, can’t discover how it has been written beyond the deep blue

it is a priceless privilege to barefooted walk in dark among ferns and sleeping white flowers to reach the cabin where the mountain bike is kept and work on it…. it is so cold this night …. i had to take my shirt off and feel every detail of the low temperature getting into my skin.
“at dawn i ride”
holding greasy tools i pray to Jesus to keep His strong hand over me as He has always done protecting, washing me

dog licks his paw and its sound is blended with the steam of the tea cup.

…after many hills, steam coming out of my mouth, death in its many forms was faced, suppressed and ignored.
sky getting lighter, clouds, drizzle. what not to love about it?
trees trees trees they are all singing perfumes, as the fresh earth around my warm green black flannel shirt and celeste blue helmet.

the front wheel is so slippery on the mud, here I go one more downhill over the roots and rocks with success.
amen! i do praise the Lord for this.

i must to pass by and stop to see

that swiss wooden house among pine trees with little hearts sculpted on the balcony and green door.
i must to pass by that grey stone house that looks like a little castle.
i must to pass by the red brick house with big window that is for sale and one day will be mine.
i must to pass by those eucalyptus.
i must to pass by the anglican cathedral and the Scandinavian luteran church because they are so beautiful.
before to head to the trail.
as I always do.

the front wheel is so slippery on the mud, here I go one more downhill over the roots and rocks with success.
amen! i do praise the Lord for this.

capybaras awaken already as the monkeys and birds…. if it was sunny the lizards and snakes would be searching for the early sunshine.  but they hide from me anyway. you understand it as you want.

what am i up to? why am i doing this?
Blitzkrieg over myself, space and time.
with one hand I play with my dog….. i pray the psalm because it is true and never fails.
i am safe and save.

do you see this silence? is the deep breath before “_____”

wear brown hiking boots, put on:
towards and towards.
towards and towards
towards and towards
towards and towards

I confess it is only me …………………………and I almost don’t mind.


The living room smells and I am part of it.
Have hiking boots for distant mountain tracks I don’t even know on.
Helmet on, gloves on, camping backpack on, favorite flannel shirt on, pants on, thick socks on, flash lights on, Swiss Army knife on.

Who is the one
Who promised to forget all the pretty songs
Who rides its hybrid bike alone
Who goes to church as holding a gun
Who has green tea in front of an aquarium with wooden tea water and uber filled with green moss
Who listens the dogs barking loud
Who prefers when the days are cold
Who the favorite color is green but says it is blue
…….and eats apples with a cup of cold milk standing in the backyard looking up trying to find a piece of sky?

I confess it is me
I confess it is me
I confess it is only me.
……………………………..and I almost don’t care.

Tons of homemade sauerkraut again.
Kept in sterilized jars of glass piled inside the wooden cupboard.
The trees were all planted only at the other side of the city.
Does anyone truly believe South America exists?

I am tense balancing my life over fragile two wheels.
Paranoid about cars and buses coming against me
And homeless crack junkies watching me as hounds from the sidewalk.
It is so nice…calm and quiet.. and full of life
Speeding up under drizzle and rain and darkness and silence with no witness for crimes.
So lonely only wishing to leave here fast and escape with no harm.

Who is the one
Who has a fake German watch and an authentic Italian tie
Who doesn’t clean the house very well
Who paints self portraits different of how he looks like to see it for real
Who collects pictures of tiny green houses and dream
Who prays to Jesus with Faith
Who keeps Java Moss in mugs in the windows of the bedrooms
Who lives in Sao Paulo loving places as Wisconsin as it was London
Who loves German Shepherds living with four Lhasa Apsos
Who doesn’t care for English speaking but is incapable to write in its own language
Who wears DolceandGabbana fragrance to buy fruits because may have hot girls there
Who is deeply grateful for everything moments before to buy another lottery ticket
…….and eats apples with a cup of cold milk standing in the backyard looking up trying to find a piece of sky?

I confess it is me
I confess it is me
I confess it is only me
…………………………and I almost don’t mind.