WadoChicchan

No dejo un segundo de mi sin pensar en vos

He´s blowing by the wind

This song I`ve made on the mountain, just before leaving to the big crowd, played with an electric piano

I shot these images at Buenos Aires..

Aiming towards the unseen sky

we climb upon high those eyes
of grace and colors and ourselves...in lines

we're still on!!!

Lyrics:

brilliant are the eyes of the being which is blowing the wind- face-and the porous skin

instead of being static, he flows and he grows over the river which is streaming eternity

poems are waves, endless basis which we was born and torn under
side by side we carry the night , blooming pulses of stellar sins

in the deep ocean we could swim and meet strange

creatures
and they would say us to breath deeply insigh of the

eyes of the surface
where the skin the change of the farthest sun...even

if it's far
deep inside, all the pores should bring us the core of

the divine feeling...
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under the rain

somewhere in the ether
theres souls we bump into
strangers who once were become strange again
but friends are always there

though some things are never fair
and past door and halls and walls i will find you
and all the halls and walls i will find you

Sing something sweet for me

what we will sing will born
unless we stop growing
the sky is merging our will
our beings are full of wind
you are sweating light
the jumps before .to arrive

to nowhere we're going to gain our gift from the high spheres said the horizon to me there

I will live there for the whole life
said the dwarf with its own core
and there he still under the brilliant tree
being washed by those hands we call as fruits

to nowhere we're going to stay and to last the whole eternity to reach...said the pixies on me playing by thems elves....

the dorsal and the backbones
seven tones to reach the verbs....
it's spreading through the cosmo...
and it's eleva.............te....the air...
to think you first have to clear;;;;;;;
the mind.........

It's getting dark and I've swapped all my inner skins..with the unknown which grows through our veins...

human with its electronic flute

Lyric

.time and space aren't wrong forces to me...when dealing with you oyu know....I can't feel their like entirely wanting me to be with them..I feel other sensations when thinking of you..

like I see other side of the apparently wall of time and space..you know....it's a music, it's a sound, a song......it's you

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….

Persigo mis sueños
a pesar de no tenerlos
busco sobre mi vida
la historia de la tuya
y aún piensas que tengo miedo....
Mato el tiempo con miradas
sonrío al viento cada atardecer
imagino tu voz sobre mis labios
y aún no confías en mi...
Salgo cada noche
sin saber a donde me dirijo
esperando encontrarte
aunque sé que no lo haré
y aún dudas si te quiero...
Jamás te he dicho adiós
pero iba llegando el momento
no sabías que existía
y yo empezaba a creerlo
ahora me echas de menos...

Lyric
Being close to God being close to you....the distance not more not less.....lonelyness sparkles away
Being the gate of the rainbow full of its nature....We feel the unseen bridge of our breathing airs...
undiscovered channels under the Ocean and above...carrying the secret code of our blood.....winds that whisper God's lullaby.....never good bye my child never say good bye...

Give me flowers
Give me crystals
give me planets cause I want to be in orbit

In front of something at nowhere known as virtual world, the divine can reach, surpass the whole reality that access this virtual embrace...

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

Channeling towards SKy

you cannot step in the same river twice. Existence is old and new, both together, and my song is that of existence itself. I am just a vehicle to sing it to you, to spread it to you. But I am not the singer; I am just a passage. Remember it: it may look the same, but yet it is not the same. Words may be the same, the appearance may be the same, but something vital goes on continuously changing. Have you ever come across the same morning again? Have you ever seen the same sky again? And yet the sky is the same and the sun is the same.Life is a contradiction. Life is paradoxical. That's why it is so charming and so beautiful. It exists through the opposites. It is vast; it contains contradictions. It is new and old both. It is life and death both, together. So I say to you I will sing the same old song and yet it is not going to be the same. Listen attentively.

you paint the whole sky you're breathing the traces
at large scale you climb you're casting the ways...
in fragmented eyes, you're sweating the breeze

you cross the membrane of life you're floating in the space
you enlight the paths you rise you're rising the fields...
you shout as the whole empire, as such it disappears....

meaning harmonies
we lost the point
of everything
like a spiral within
we coallide with
the spectral sides in it...
we coallide

we do have to stretch...
our ephemeral lungs...
and its so called thoughts
of freedom..........

riding circles
we arrive in the land
of no one
the unknown will show
you how to be quiet in it...

we do have to stretch
our ephemeral lungs
and its so called thoughts
of freedom...
to breathe........

The place where we played and talk and walk
the bird with wild wing.s....werer cut and enjailed

your love is floating buy
the rain is falling bringing it to your heart

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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..........

come here to hear..tha rainbow is outside and it's looking to us or for no one?
Come here to please...and bring me those chants you sang there in front of the mirror
Come here to flat...cause those waves have been heavy for us to bea r on
Come here I give you....all the seventh codes and thirteen moons we have before the pure light...

spheres born
over the running xtatic sea of vastness...
bringing forms to the unseen, flows the river.....
oh sweet seagull of the sky....open thy wings cause th e sun is scourching this noon;;........

Capoeira Angola with spontaneous voices....

Love Coud you bring me those clouds?
Love could you bring me those stones?
Love could you bring me those stellar gates?
Love could you bring me those galactic maps of expansion?
Love could you bring waterfalls to flood up the desert?
Love could you feel my soul?

time to relax
time to feel the nirvana within
time to empower the crystal of our hearts

8 poemas da existencia .......
1º...sol de outra galaxia; ilumine por mim o limpido caminho de vossa distancia.....
2º...tempestade de vossos meteoros; desvie por mim a eterna danca.....
3º...ventos cosmicos desse contato estelar; sopre-me para com vosso alcance....
4º...lago de vossos reflexos das dimensoes; abre por mim vossa unica passagem....
5º...montanha de vossa quietude; grite por mim, desde agora, vossa energia criadora....
6º....arvore da vida das forcas; impulse a mim vossa grande diversidade de frutos......
7º....rocha do eco eterno; lembre por mim vossa imensa dimensao sonora do infinito....
8º...alem dos cenario naturais; naturalize por mim a todos os que digerem pureza nessa vida espiralada do agora........cheguei.....pousei em nosso vazio de flutuar no amor....

When the wizard stretch through thw wind, the new field we will be passing through............

Opening the gate of the new Year of the White Wizard
It's time to be uncontrolled by the soothing voice of the unknown......and sing the temple of the divine, build it with your voice up....progressively...................

Progressive=singing free

EXPERIMENTALISM = ALCHEMY

But you have no returning on my chest, brightly…”said itself the last beam of light

But you’ve encountered the heat, now your color won’t fade away
You’re a lucky rock; you have waterfalls inside….said the last fire

When you’ve achieved the channel of every plasm-materia of light, you would rather felt surpassed by your own lightest-cut edge of nowhere within, being fulfilled by this momentary and powerful instant in electric-holographic hand tuning-radio-brain-mind….

Life is a further poem
is something there-here beyond
a scribble that means a lot for the wind
a bridge that strectchs its edges towards sky
life is a further poem
an unseen wave that storms

Lava Radar
You know where you are

Lyric
Parts of the sky

we can resist
even if all the spheres make a squeeze of this
land we've born ..we' are part of it
the stream towards the ocean of light

we can admit
even if all of you were broken instead of that
the shouted ones.....we are harmonical sweat
the notes that guide us into the bubble of bright

we can uplift
even if all the floors fell down on the lips
when the words become heavy meteors;;;
the shining star in it, the calling of grace......

I will collect all the spheres....
And embrace each chant
And spread through the hands
And touch every land
And illuminate each part of myself
That has been untouched

By the presence;
Countless gatherings…
Truthful breathings
Stretched lanes

Rainfall guy

Lyric

Here where humming birds sing the truth receiving the sweat
of the smelling leaves we have at our inner space-travelling...
here where the wings should be used to fly, even for those
who can't feel the within air that impulses ourselves farther on

Here, where the sun appears to touch its highest level Shouted
the last cloud.I've been touched by these suspended airs for a long
long time...said the last astronaut..And in the middle of nowhere
someone screeched..."Lost to get even more lost"..

Here in the membrane of nowhere...here where all the glimpses
become eternal...here where all the holes become the gates..
.here where all the molecules become the ancient part...
here where all the comets teach how to orbit..
.here where all the spheres become the original touch...
.here where all the solar sun become the internal rain
…here where all the poems become the floating words of the nearest
future of comprehension…here where all the breaths become
the expiring act of freedom….here where all the cloud become
the doors of aiming the unexpected…..here where all the sweats
become the non-saying words of new oblivion-language…
..here where all the dots………………………….change the lines………
Here in the place of no one, where only the subtle ears,
can feel the air-interference-being-cosmical-messenger..
.here where all the light waves splash their message from
the divine ocean of purification.......here where all the lines
become the unseen....here where all the bridges become the
sound-harmonical-sweat....here we breath the untouchable
“fulfiller” bodyless-frequency-cardiopath-airrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I want you hear my voice
in between the machines
in between the cables
in between these floors
in between these colors
in between this imaginary thought

cause we want to uplift
our conscious

so we redeem for the divine
we let it go deeply in our own sky
in between these visions
there's a spoon full of our
love.......

cause we want to reach
our farthest planet
within....

When you aim towards your own sky you see your stars
When you breath your own orbit you cycle the natural spheres...
When you roll your own rock you change the surfacem the core and vibration.....

In the cold place of everywhere the unseen heat melt even the sensatoins of life-temperature
there where the incandescent star shines the next call, when the sore will be opened and the wind shall touch, surpass, enlight the uncommon sphere of the skin, the floating part of our aerial bones.....

In the great sky
we synchronize our own pores
those attached by the unseen air that evolves your accomplishment behinf the thin membrane of expansion...
eclipsing the sky within we are

Have you ever felt, count the stars you've been flying through...?

Ae Neien & Digit

Paraty Trance project

Projeto psytrance uplifting, nascido entre os sobrados medievais da natural Paraty.

This song was based on a ficticious vison I had of a human robot, as nowadays, really wake up as a robot someday...
and could see the magic definetely..
he could not feel the air
couldn't breath conciously
couldn't stretch himself
then start to feel a sudden call of singing to freed himself...

Quando o vento atingir o seu lagrimar involuntario
Capte todas as vossas teias de pensamento ao sensorial receber
Quando a tempestade modifica o ambiente em seu fluxo energetico
Sinta todo o circular e constante calor emanado do atrito dos globulos em movimento
Quando o sol brilhar em todas direcoes, relativamente expandir-se ao vacuo curvo
Abra os braços de seu mais poderoso cheiro, de seu exalar profundo da origem
Quando tudo evaporar em vossos ceus, em vosso espelho infinito de reflexos
Torne-te sua borboleta mais antiga, com o desenho professor-eterno das asas
Quando tudo desaguar em vosso toque de dimensoes, em vosso unico caminho
Navegue alem inundacoes de extremidades que intercalam o maior, o duradouro
Quando tudo renascer em vossa orbita, em vossa manha que flutua a cada noite
Corra para o voo simples de uma nova ave, que suaviza-se ao vento, na eterna Terra

sitting on a bonfire
near the soul

unexpected improvising over this magic harmony made by radiohead...
jammed over the basement.....sweet temperature...young brothers...

Have they employed the whole and free time in their lifes? Have they crossed the being of another field? Have they inspired the whole and unique divine gas in the universe of atmospheres? Have they sung all those unlimited and helpful songs, which when the birds remind them in the break of the day? Have they formed their wayness throught their countless doubts? Have they flown over their graceful joy?

wado

In front of something at nowhere known as virtual world, the divine can reach, surpass the whole reality that access this virtual embrace...

Just the other day I was reading a story. Leslie weatherhead tells the story of the second world war. Two soldiers were very friendly, great friends. One evening one soldier comes back to the trench but finds that his friend has not returned. The day has been very hard, and many people have been killed on the front. He becomes afraid -- is his friend killed?
He enquires, and then somebody says, 'We are not certain that he is killed, but he was so terribly wounded that it was impossible for him to come to the trench. By now he must be dead.'
It is getting dark now and the enemy is still firing madly but the soldier wants to go and search for his friend. The officer says, 'No, this is foolish', but he doesn't listen to the officer -- he goes. It is very difficult in the dark and there are thousands of corpses all around. He looks and looks and in the middle of the night he returns -- dragging his friend's dead body on his back.
And it is good to come here and to go back many times; to come here and to go back. By and by you will become more fluid, and it will not take so much time; it will not create so much confusion.He himself is now terribly wounded, mortally wounded... he cannot survive. The moment he reaches the trench he falls on the floor with the body of his dead friend.
The officer comes and he says, 'I told you not to be foolish! It was not worth it. Now you know what you have done to yourself. The friend is dead and you are dying!'
The dying man opened his eyes and he said, 'But it was worth it -- because when I went there, he looked at me and he said, "Jim, I knew you would come."'
For love, life can be sacrificed -- it is worth it. But we have been taught just the contrary: sacrifice everything just to be alive; just to survive, sacrifice everything.
I teach you the contrary: to be loving, sacrifice everything.
Even if life is sacrificed, good -- it is worth it. And the moment you have this attitude, the whole world changes. Your change changes the whole world. And suddenly you see that people are so loving and so kind -- they have always been!

Wado

hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Over the vast and bored stellar sun stays the hidden rain of the external touches of expanding oneself…
Yes…there is the hidden temperature of the mirrors within and its derivations…
How is sweet the “multiply-oneself” in the enchanted realm of lost oneself to oneself mind ….How is sweet the enchant of a cloud that transits those adjacent external skips, of new born star, of the relief breath…
There is the chant of the mountain birds within and its wavy concaves of melted harmonic magma…
How is sweet the hearing of the external volcano of those that sing since their concavities of high physical-mutant level…..How is sweet hearing the walking of the farthest storms of the sun within…The is the catastrophe , the radio, the receptacle of the fluorescent owl’s eyes friend ………
Sweet sun, sweet rain of the falls and the somersaults….how is magic the “entrails oneself” in the caves of incandescent gold within….how is incandescent the meeting of the non-found beings of the galaxy…..
How is soothing the non-saying of the non-said words of the unexpected emerge oneself….
How is soothing the “inspire oneself” at the most relief expiring of exist…

Wado

solar "wizarding" the opulent sun of all galaxies and beings and breaths

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 with your 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 .

wado

Here, in the paths of the lost water of the expanded membranes....yes.....here in the rubbles of the new ruin, of the new “catalyzes oneself” towards the entrancing sun…Here it is the harmonic cloud’s shout and its sons of odourless, colorless and wavy tangency….yes…
The big spheres want to dance the most beautiful universal cube, the biggest non-symmetrical steps, the brighter nightfall days….yes…the big comets want to land their soothing codes into the being…the lightning beings, the moving noospherical beings…
How is pacifying the “meeting oneself” at the forgotten sand of desert within……Opulent Sun of forgotten miracles…Do show the most dense of those speak-full trees….Do show the most forgotten magic pot of universal temperatures….yes….the universe is a tempered being…soundless….we do natural uplift ourselves also without sound propagation…the cardiopath touch of enchant oneself…the natural non-arrange-ful soul…yes….here it is the mystery of the incessant scaling over the desert of the rains….here it is the speak-ful trees desert….the untouchable realm…..here it is the brain of roots of the crystal….the crust vacuum, the oxygen of bones….

wado

in front of the mirror, the unexpect voice sings....