WadoChicchan

Song: All treasure you have Wado Chicchan

The song of the veins of the womb. That's what we hear when the blood pressure changes in our favour or not...It'all around, pulsing by..... COmo like being

Blueeessssss

THis song I;ve made when I was 16 years old with a friend of mine called Luiz, better known as Luisisnho. He already left this level but he is still around, with me playing songs for the wind. All of sudden this song came in my mind wen I've first plugged my gruitar SO here I share with you...

The Galactic point of all Light in Universe. The communication between the suns of the galaxies....The inner magnetic chants, song from the misterious part of the attuned being...

We are a plus for the planet we are here to understand the crystals they reflect our inner being they make us remind as the sun when for the first time, it shines with no limits

Lyrics: the change depends only in you CHORUS You don't need parades VERSO you don't need shallow movements all you need is you (2x) you don't need it lighter you might need fire you will need water but you won't need, what?? you don't need liars you might need lions you might seek fountains of love you don't bleed magma you might sweat clouds you are part of the parts you don't know at all

Lyrics: You scratch my body you mark my soul you want me to behave but you don't me to go…. That s what you call society where noone is brighting blind eyes and fallen minds Why you do that for? You may count until billions But no one of them are mirrors You get easily lost Are you a weak bro??? 2012 is arising and there's always time to make good things synchronizing Love

Maybe earth will show you the way And those clouds would bring it ok The it will rain over the top the truth Maybe a cosmic love is that cool Maybe it's just all the YOU Maybe all the pyramids are all our friends transcendental layers of innocence aligned with numbers and figures the river is there to flow not to grow Maybe it's just all the YOU you said you ran with UFOs you have touched their limbs and their thought you are now shining unconditional love winds of fragrance mind is brought Maybe it's just all the YOU

Lyrics: Where our achievements chill out storms of unexpected waves Our inner skin of feelings which all the flaming eyes are evolved to their level Blooming stories of colorful beings Are being set underneath the inner layer of perception winding up ethereal left/right wings Pluralizing into light inert thoughts of disruption Forget it , there's always solutions Where pretty much all levels reach out subtle spells are being felt by the limbs Trading up with the unseen, the secret's fault Cores of original poems are thrown to the sins There's always solution for the wind, it crosses itself, whirling up doubts for those who asks what is happening there???? Just flow your blood into glowing substance thought through our mankind-cosmic-perception

The lunar touch had appeared throughout our sparkling pores and brought the cadence of how to live on a sphere where we don't seek anything...we just stop and say to ourselves...What the heel have I been Looking for out of my temple-body-lightness? ? ..... The harmonic tone is sweatin the white dog of ourselves..the being which reign the power of love.completedness, uniqueness..It's time to endure the soothness of our flexible and cosmic atomic heart, Sing the note within, sing the last wall away from you.. Power of love, POwer of distance..Do melt the bulky sphere in-between us..let us play in the field where the invisible are feasible to feel, to touch, to maintain prophetical coming touchs..how sweet is to be at your side, sweet distance...said the wind.. The calling is arising....feel your last sweat, your last dropp of water within....try to rearrange your deepest touchs...your dee pest incandescent bright...your countless breathes, your flawless divine glance.... the trice of our last inspire is our.. In the very spiral medulla, live our multi-faceted beams of creations, maybe coldness and lightness all together, a mommentary stretching, a last deep aim and breathe, ...there goes the last poet and its last ink...running to cover the last part of earth.. The land of breathing is just taking its own position, the posture of 45º directly in the interior sunshine....before the last abysm, everybody think he will disappear...Where? In the fog of visions which he trabscribes to us? Or will he hang on that.... Let The Blue Hand accomplishes thy sphere of healing the outer world of brightness....let the blue hand catalyzes the inner force which has been waiting to come out and soothe thy solid faces....let the hand make the sculptur of the future, the new form. you with ith kindness on touching the solar flare inside...you with your incandescent scent of love...you can spread out with your magnetic beauty the power of all the lovers when these get together over the calm brook of nowhere....your with your grace.

The farther we reach the longer we stretch, said the wind We are moving towards our inner spin, where all energetic beams are dissolved By the dense frequency we expire from the fog of the flint We are more like clouds than their wound evolved Rolling over sharp fences, our disarrayed mind clings the nearest become the farthest, the rain become stoned Then all feelings are set apart, they start to limp The arrows of loneliness form our love, loved.

Sing the true

I was a candle that shone the spheres Brilliant times of our last poems Incredibly floating towards those clouds Remaining fresh and wide and vast And yearning with strokes of the next wind Being the gate of somewhere in Even with those wild birds shall fall Our unseen core is there about And we’re rolling under the sun And we’re sweating under the moon I was an unexpect being full of roses Once alive I was at all…at once…… Immensely touched by these stones Full of codes from where we was born You should talk limitlessly by.. The coming light we shall bright….

Pacal Votan Jesus Buda Mahavira Gurdjieff Osho Nieztche Velatropa Amuna Kur Jah

The sea is the land where the creature meet the purification the salt the essence of sugar has abandoned itself grains of thoughts of heaven become those splashing waves in the middle of the sea of the ocean of us..........

Capoeira Angola with spontaneous voices....