streetpics

just left the jugglingconvention in penela

and went busking in coimbra

comeback

come back into the unborn fields of truth
where golden times will never end
come back, oh generation of eternal youth
create reality with your awaking hands

come back into the center of ourselves
and even if we have to stare into a hurricane
come back ... and watch the passing of the elves ...
of our ancient roots who start to grow again

come back and sing the hymns of elbereth
the odyssey has now an end
come back and feel the healing breath,
come take our mother's helping hand

let's grow our roots deep in the earth
ooooh come back ... sing the yearning of your heart

freedom

feel free ... enjoy the melody ...

that life in neverlasting borders of reality ...
plays like a river growing from the spring ...
sings like a bird who just for pleasure loves to sing ...

to praise the love, the life and all what is ...
the early light of dawn ... to kiss ...
the sunrise ... but still grateful to the night ...

who through her darkness raised the pleasure in our eyes ...
to live in light again ...
to wake up and to watch the early rise ...

of sunlords golden times ...

prayer

pieces of sound, like rain they are falling
listen her voice, our mother is calling
calling with tears ... in musical drops
recalling ourselves to throw away all the props
hate, greed and anger, all our darkness, our fears
blaze in flames of lavender, sing your song to my ears

let's sing with the birds ... let's swim with the whales
believing in love and in fairytales
let's dance with the sea ... spread our wings to the sky
laugh with the fools ... tears for all those who cry
tears of compassion and the power of love
help to clean our planet reach a higher octave

let us tune our souls ... within the heart of the mother
let us build a new world ... helping, healing each other
let us praise our earth, our wonderful star
let us give our darkness into the light that we are

beauty

sometimes beauty on your way
just comes and says hello
but, even if you'd like to stay
the beauty has to go

and even if you scream and shout:
"please, don't leave me alone!"
it would just pass by like a cloud
and you'd stay on your own

if beauty would be every day
you'd never appreciate
and love it same as in the way
if you would have to wait