sweet and strong

it is hard to stay sweet, it is hard to stay soft
in a world that presses hard on its carbons
hoping they will turn into diamonds
it is hard to stay afire when the storms come
and yet with our lights on, we still glow

we glow hot, and we burn out of patience
if we do not remember to look out
for our siblings and neighbors;
the ones who were tried before us
in hot fires shall teach us

you do what you can and you sail
in the storm cause there are no shelters
for our bodies and souls, unless if we build them.
we look out for our children
feeding on their sweet love, and crying for their pain

it gets easy if we look outside of us and we share
the worlds of our words, the peace of our souls,
the hunger, the food, the thirst and the wine
and if we are really vulnerable,
the dream to stay strong

- this one for Evelyn

whistle

if i whistle in a forest
if i whistle in a dream
if nobody cares to listen
should i whistle still?

if bat my arms at random
when luck throws me in a river
never minding if i shiver
i should hope to learn to swim

if i put my legs in order
one in front of the lazy other
and i start my journey
will it matter?

it will matter if i gather
seeds of love, and seeds of knowledge
to plant along the pathways
that we'll carve inside our forest

i plan to share the journey,
and the love that will be planted
in the songs i will be dreaming
while i am whistling

fire

fire through the veins
through the forest
through the sky
spreading fast
reaching out
with bursts
of light