“Speak Only If It Improves Upon the Silence” – Gandhi

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

In silence, some of our minds are loud. Many of us are rummaging through all the clutter that pollutes our train of thought and often times, we reveal through oral dictation, the very polluted thoughts we have; from biased opinions, to judgments, and uneducated guesses, to rotten remarks. Silence has had no choice but to be invaded by the unfiltered thinking cap of our brain and the lack of consideration of our ego; an off-key composition.

Our words are our responsibility. It is our music. What we say and what we write, shapes our ability to impact our world. The way we speak to people, the way we speak to ourselves impacts the energy we are sharing with one another. We are directly accountable for how we make a person, a discussion, and a room full of people feel after we have disrupted the silence living there before we shared our thoughts.

A polluted mind cannot speak well into the silence. It needs to sit with it, allowing the silence to aid it in clearing the air. To introduce notes to complete a lovely tune. Once the air is clear, silence will welcome the words that will fill the air with the melody of our song. Please make it one worth singing, followed by a standing ovation.

Forever My Friend-Ray LaMontagne

Who am I to tell her
Who am I to play god
Who am I to think I can go it alone
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me this is bringing me down
We’ve been through some changes
Always seem to hold on
Lately it feel like you can’t take anymore
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Forever my friend
Forever my love
Forever the woman that I’m thinking of
I just think if we keep our hearts together
Just think if we build on this trust that we have for one another
Baby we can make this last a lifetime
Who am I to tell her
Who am I to play god
I don’t know just what’s for real anymore
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Something tells me girl this is bringing you down
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right
Maybe it’s the last thing you want to hear me say
I just think if we keep out hearts together
I just think if we build on this trust that we have for one another
Maybe we can make this last a lifetime
Forever my friend
Forever my love
Forever the woman
That I’m thinking of
I just think if we keep our hearts together
I just think if we will build on this trust that we have for one another
Maybe we can make this last a lifetime

Dedicated to my tribe: “Someday We’ll All Be Free.”

Cover by Alicia Keys of Donny Hathaway’s Someday We’ll All Be Free (1973)

Hang onto the world as it spins around
Just don’t let the spin get you down
Things are moving fast
Hold on tight and you will last

Keep your self-respect, your (wo)manly pride
Get yourself in gear, keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here

Take it from me someday, we’ll all be free, yeah

Keep on walking tall, hold your head up high
And lay your dreams right up to the sky
Sing your greatest song
And you’ll keep, going, going on

Take it from me someday, we’ll all be free….

Universo Ao Meu Redor-Marisa Monte

Tarde, já de manhã cedinho
Quando a nevoa toma conta da cidade
Quem pega no violão
Sou eu, sou eu
Pra cantar a novidade

Quantas lágrimas de orvalho na roseira
Todo mundo tem um canto de tristeza

Graças a Deus, um passarinho
Vem me acompanhar
Cantando bem baixinho
E eu já não me sinto só
Tão só, tão só
Com o universo ao meu redor

Romanticism

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“Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.” Dawn Powell

“…Romanticism is people as they would like to be….” to add, romanticism is people as others would like them to be, events as people would like them to be, things as people would like them to be.

In the end, the people, event, and thing never are what it is wished to be. So why do we romanticize all of them as such? Maybe we should blame our creativity? Our endless imagination which can dive into whichever abyss it desires to get lost in…usually triggered by what the heart wants to feel.

Maybe we should blame music and movies, which give the impression to be written just for us. From music lyrics that invade our mental state and flirt with our feelings, to film’s  happy or heartbreak endings, fit to validate our mood.

Besides people and things, we also romanticize our past. To bring realism to light, hindsight is 20/20 with a slight case of amnesia. Enter romanticism and we romanticize our past based on how we feel about our present. Lack of contentment can send a person lurking in the past, romanticizing the loneliest days as one of their best; romanticizing a love that evaporated to the love that got away; romanticizing sleepless exhausting nights with a crying baby as sleepless nights of bonding with the new love of their life.

It is a cruel game, this game of romanticism. Even more cruel is if we give into it and assume romanticism as satire (or as people, events, things as they are), only to realize that romanticism took advantage of our naïvety and pulled us in and spit us out with the disappointments of failed expectations.

But, there is beauty in the intoxication of romanticism. This beauty lives in the inspiration it gives us, the inspiration to create. That love, that person, that event, that past, we romanticize and we create beautiful music, beautiful paintings, beautiful poems…beautiful art. Romanticism LIVES in art…no matter the satire.

I have two weaknesses….

…Chocolate and a beautiful voice, playing an acoustic guitar, and singing resonating lyrics….

Hozier’s  cover of Van Morrison’s Sweet Thing

Lyrics:

And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
‘Hey, it’s me, I’m dynamite
And I don’t know why’
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That’s shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an’ not to wonder
That’s just fine
And I’ll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile….

Dedicated to my fellow creators…..

“These friends of mine will come and go
I’m the first to leave, and last to know
I’ll be swimming in a face of flames
For these friends of mine I’ve overpaid
And I guess I wanted
And I guess I wanted
I just want you to know

All of these things make me who I am
Maybe all of these things make me who I am
Maybe all of these things make me who I am
And I am
Only looking up when my heads down…”
AWOLNATION-I AM

Escriban Más Canciones-Jarabe De Palo

Siempre quise saber
lo que había dentro de una mujer
los secretos
que en ellas se esconden,
en su cabeza, en su corazón
que cuando cantan una canción
lo saben hacer
mejor que nadie.

Siempre me pregunté
por qué la música y la mujer
son como dos
hermanas de sangre,
con esa íntima relación
que cuando bailan una canción
se saben mover
mejor que nadie.

Lo que no alcanzo a entender es que
la mujeres no escriben más canciones.
Lo que nunca entenderé es porque
las mujeres no escriben más canciones.

Si las mujeres escriben canciones
son las canciones más bellas del mundo,
son las que más
me hacen llorar.
Porque dentro de cada mujer
hay una historia en forma de canción
tal vez la canción
más bella del mundo.

Lo que no alcanzo a entender es que
la mujeres no escriben más canciones.
Lo que nunca entenderé es porque
las mujeres no escriben más canciones.

Lo que no alcanzo a entender es que
la mujeres no escriben más canciones.
Lo que nunca entenderé es porque
las mujeres…

(Lucrecia)
¿Por qué?, ay
Porque tenemos,
profundos silencios,
y nuestros recuerdos,
incontables secretos que no lo sé
si tu podrás entenderlo.

Hace tiempo me hicieron
la misma pregunta
en este mismo lugar.
Y ahora, y ahora,
lo siento, será más rotundo.

(Si las mujeres escriben canciones
son las canciones más bellas del mundo,
son las que más
me hacen llorar.
Porque dentro de cada mujer
hay una historia en forma de canción
tal vez la canción,
más bella del mundo.) Voz de fondo de Pau.

Si las mujeres escriben canciones (tú no las vas a escuchar) (Lucrecia)
son las que más, (ay mama),
me hacen llorar (porque sabemos amar).
Porque dentro de cada mujer (brindamos la luz a otro ser)
tal vez la canción
(como no) más bella del mundo.

(¿Quién dijo que no?)
las mujeres
(Y la música somos una)
¿Por qué?
(porque nuestro cuerpo expressa sentimiento, alegría,
ay, experiência y sabrosura)
las mujeres
(Y las letras somos una)
¿Por qué?
(oye, porqué huyen como locos, no quiren rencontar oh yeah,
nuestras histórias preciosas)
las mujeres
(maltratadas)
¿Por qué?
(no te sientas desvalida todos somos una solo voz, y no y no queremos perder otra vida)
las mujeres
(quién dijo que no)
¿Por qué?
(que no, que escribimos con nuestros corazones las canciones de la vida, mi amor, água)