My musical theme that I connect to, between lines, with this creation is: Damien Rice Hypnosis

"I have a theory that when you cry, you never cry for what you cry, but for all the things you did not cry for in due time"

Veils of the iris

There is a noise of stones rolling through
of a inhospitable space,
made of broken flower petals that makes time
they undressed their dreams.
It is difficult to understand that joy is a light
ungraspable and elusive,
that mixes with the rain and sneaks
and run through the grounds of pain.

It's hard to get rid of sadness when she build
her home in you
Flood the strains of your trees without leaves,
the green that moves in each point
of faded beauty.
The branches become wings to look for the flight,
but as with fears,
we snuggle and petrify on the ground.

Everything can collapse hundreds of times
and another hundred, it can be rebuilt.
Because we never stay totally calm,
that is not what we are looking for.
We never stop while there is a sigh.

But, we are transforming ourselves into naked roses
of dreams, because we break our thorns
evading wounds.
Today, I feel that the duel should not be avoided,
to heal it, I must live it.
Today, I release the veils of the iris and I let water moons flow
that heal my soul.

"Tengo la teoría de que cuando uno llora, nunca llora por lo que llora, sino por todas las cosas por las que no lloró en su debido momento"

Velos del iris

Hay un ruido de piedras rodando a través
de un espacio inhóspito,
hecho de pétalos rotos de flores que hace tiempo
desnudaron sus sueños.
Es difícil entender que la alegría es una luz
inaprensible y escurridiza,
que se mezcla con la lluvia y se cuela
y corre a través de terrenos de dolor.

Es difícil deshacerse de la tristeza
cuando hace contigo, su hogar.
Inunda las cepas de tus árboles con quejas,
palideciendo el verde que se mueve en cada punta
de belleza desvanecida.
Las ramas se convierten en alas para buscar el vuelo,
pero al igual que con los temores,
nos acurrucamos y petrificamos en el suelo.

Todo puede colapsar cientos de veces
y otros cientos, puede ser reconstruido.
Porque nunca nos quedamos totalmente tranquilos,
no es eso lo que buscamos.
Nunca nos detenemos mientras haya un suspiro.

Pero, nos vamos transformando en rosas desnudas
de sueños, porque rompemos nuestras espinas
evadiendo heridas.
Hoy, siento que el duelo no debe ser evadido,
para sanar, debo vivirlo.
Hoy, suelto los velos del iris y dejo fluir las lunas de agua
que sanan mi alma.

Original poem by @zeleiracordero

Reading notes: III

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Source of images:

1-Mantra - Eulalia valldosera
2-I am water- Eulalia valldosera
3-The mantle-Eulalia valldosera
4-Crisstall-Eulalia valldosera
5-Som aigua-Eulalia valldosera

June 01 , 2018

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