The East Wind

Cosmic mountains

Waking up with the view of the clouds touching the skyscraper

Where I live.

I subtly feel the air that comes and goes

As the Eastern wind pushes us back to

Places we haven’t seen in ages.

In a diaspora of airwaves that

Bring fresh new air and that

Collapses with the fall of the buildings

Surrounding the city.

As I breathe,

Deeply breathing the last particles of oxygen

In the air.

I enter into a paradisiacal land.

Where the wind blows softly, where the trees

Communicate gently.

Where the animals speak respectfully.

And where the fields are greener than those

On the surface of the most inhabited lands.

I finally saw a place.

In a vast universe

Of palm trees, oak trees, and all the beautiful

Natural creatures that could exist.

Those that no one else I knew had known.

Those that only my ancestors had felt.

The place

That makes you feel the peace within every

Atome of your existing entities.

That’s when I realized that we’re all processes

And cohabited beings of an extensive system

In an immense multitude of stellar dances.

Cosmically connected to the forces

That makes everything grow.

I then saw the seas shaking like two dancers,

Moving according to their last ballades

Of a folkloric time.

In an age where smiles prosper,

And where you can find

Happiness everywhere.

All the beautiful beings

Walking around and celebrating

The joy of having the moment

To live and to have lived

Every second within a second.

And as the minutes pass by,

To enjoy the light of the minutes

Of a short meeting called life.

That’s when the cosmic seas were

Feeling a sudden change of

Currents coming from all the galaxies.

Everywhere, anywhere, somewhere.

A place that remains a secret

For those who live, but not for those

Who were here in this place.

Where I am now.

In one of the different skyscrapers

Above the cosmic mountains.

Every entity is a pulsar

Every entity surrounds

Itself in a world of imaginary

Poems and beauty.

Emitting its bright energy

In its peculiar way.

In a singular path.

In a cosmic singularity

Of new forces

New energies

New interpretations.

New ways of thinking

And understanding what

Has happened in one’s own

Story.

A story that becomes
One own’s history.

In a singularity of events.

Of which most of us won’t ever

Know, in every single particle

Of this existence.
Just like the singularity

Of entities.

That we don’t know that ever

Existed.
But that somehow

Existed.

Bucolic landscapes

In a place where the river is finally here.

As I feel it while walking through it.
Crossing it as if I could walk above the water.
I feel all the wet molecules touching my feet.

I see the fish moving in and out of the river.

As the birds get closer to search for some food.

I see the trees feeling the warm weather,

Along with the leaves and blooming flowers.

I see a natural creature, and I take their hand.

We walk through the river and see the other

Natural creatures, the beauty in everything,

And the bright sunshine that inspires us in the
Bucolic landscapes.

As all the animals come to make us company.

We communicate with them as if we could

Hear them telling us something about

The mystery behind why we can walk above the water.

Without sinking in and suffocating ourselves.

The secret is that for us to know why we can do
What we can do, we’d need to leave the surface.
And embrace ourselves into life under the water.
We’d need to go and see what happens.

On the day we, the natural creatures, decided to go under

The surface.

We saw the reflection of all the animals, trees,

Stones and the clouds in the sky.

But when we looked deeper, we remembered that we didn’t know
How to communicate with the fish.
Only with the living creatures outside the water.

That’s when we had to communicate with the hippos and the frogs

And all the related creatures for a piece of advice.

We wanted to know what the world under the surface is like.

After a few exchanges, we perceived that

That world was still like the one above.

So we dived into that reality.

That’s when we discovered that the fish could

Communicate too, and so did all the other creatures living

In the river.

Then we arrived at a place where the river meets the sea.

And we discovered that it was an immense water land.

It was a big universe of different living creatures and moving waters.

We didn’t know anyone who knew it, but the turtles, whales and the penguins did.

Then, we decided to search for the cold lands and waters.

That’s when we found the penguins between the warmth and the coldness.

They advised us on how to swim in the cold sea.

Then we discovered after a few years that we could swim wherever

We had to, and that the strength of the waters wouldn’t detain us

But would inspire us to seek guidance and

To know how to guide the waters

Within our inner rivers.

Fresh Air

Waking up The challenges arise

To show us an enormous

Room for growth.

To give us enough space

To think. Critically.
About all the things

Deep inside our minds
And the universe.

The challenges are
Not supposed to be easy.
And because they’re rough,
Harsh, intricate,
Everything looks more
Colorful at the end
Once they’re gone
For new challenges

And experiences to
Come.

At the end, as my
Beloved east wind
Would tell me

We are the ones
That complicate this life.
While it was supposed

To be easy.

However, with so
Much wisdom
Lost in the air.
Life with its challenges

Is the source

Of newness,
Discoveries, lights, and most
Importantly, times

That made us think that everything

Was challenging.

But we knew that
It was also the time

To reflect on the winds,
The new seasons coming.
And our hearts
Meeting in this foggy weather

And melting in the surface of

This cosmic smoke.

Our stories remain as if we
Were all parts of
Astronomical objects,
Becoming subjects,
Metaphysically, of course.

And just like the east wind,
We feel the need for

The fresh air, the constant
Need for the fresh air.

Anemoi

We contact the winds

Asking for answers
To feel the power of nature.
So that our natural selves

Can feel alive.

The winds with all its directions.
Guiding us
To know which wind is

The best for every moment.

We must choose one of them.

Even when sometimes it feels like

We are floating in the air.

We embrace the winds.

They’re our ancestors,

They’re the source of the

Exchanges we keep with the

Air and sometimes with the vacuum.

In a multitude of movements, trying to

Connect with us while they’re in the space.

And we try to feel them and

All the forces that support us.