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All treasures you have

Wado Chicchan — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 02:54:40 GMT

Song: All treasure you have Wado Chicchan

Womb's Song

Wado Chicchan — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 12:48:24 GMT

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

It is my son

Wado Chicchan — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 20:46:49 GMT

Blueeessssss

The Sea Shells

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:37:14 GMT

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...

Mantra Kinich Ahau

Wado Chicchan — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 22:46:54 GMT

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...

With no limits

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 21:31:45 GMT

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

The Change

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 01:35:42 GMT

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

2012 shout

Wado Chicchan — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 19:59:10 GMT

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

Blue-being

Wado Chicchan — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 01:01:00 GMT

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

How to Evaporate

Wado Chicchan — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 23:34:00 GMT

More sunbeams to the earth

Wado Chicchan — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 22:40:48 GMT

Good Afternoon, Earth.

Wado Chicchan — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 00:18:02 GMT

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

Collections of the Bear poem

Wado Chicchan — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 21:12:00 GMT

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.

Metaphysical Love poem

Wado Chicchan — Mon, 23 May 2011 16:47:09 GMT

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.

Awakening 2012

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 05 May 2010 16:28:04 GMT

Central Column

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 20 Jan 2007 17:55:40 GMT

Becoming the air around we change the wheather touching someone's eye we make the spin of their thought dancing in the silence we can move those winds emerging from the own field we can embrace the last soldier, the last attempt......... the soul is unique at its own sensation why are you stooped by? what are you waiting for? what is the next step towards the real accomplishment? yourself....

If you have to run Robot

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 15:59:16 GMT

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...

Manuscript

Wado Chicchan — Fri, 25 May 2007 23:26:22 GMT

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

The Sea

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 19:35:46 GMT

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..........

White Hole

Wado Chicchan — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 19:39:15 GMT

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....

Red Earth with flute

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 18:47:57 GMT

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

If I have to run, I expire

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 17:08:54 GMT

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

interiorizing

Wado Chicchan — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 19:21:36 GMT

Where all the beings speak the language of the silence....where all the beings receive instantly the message of the divine....breaking through the other side of the forgotten field of expansion........

Chuchichiti

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 05 May 2010 16:16:50 GMT

Sing the true

Rain's choir

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 02:17:57 GMT

Life is a continuous give and take. It is a pulsation, just like breathing -- you breathe in, you breathe out. If you are happy, happiness goes out, happiness comes in. If you are celebrating, your breathing becomes a celebration. You touch somebody's hand and you have transformed that man's being -- at least for a moment; you have given him a glimpse, a taste. And of course you are related to many people, in many ways.... They all will start feeling. Many many people who are selfish are needed in the world -- they will become a small broadcasting station of happiness. And then whatsoever you feel like doing, you do. If you want to serve a beggar, serve. But first things first. Otherwise you cannot serve anybody because you have not served even yourself. And god is not going to ask you, 'Why was somebody else a beggar, and somebody poor, and somebody dying?' -- no. He will ask you, 'What have you done with yourself? I had given you an opportunity -- has your seed sprouted? Have you flowered? Has your life been a fulfillment? Have you lived?' If you don't live rightly, your whole energy becomes evil, des-tructive. Have you noticed the interesting fact that if you read the word 'live' backwards, it becomes 'evil' ? Just spell your life a little wrongly, and everything goes rotten -- it becomes evil. So live truly, authentically, sincerely -- that is the most funda-mental thing. I show you life! I don't show you service. Service comes as a shadow. A really alive person is continuously sharing his energy -- whatsoever he has -- because he knows that the more you share, the more you have. So, that you have to decide, otherwise meditation will not be possible, because meditators are bound to be selfish people. A meditator is simply forgetting the whole world. There are so many problems in the world -- and he is sitting with closed eyes under his bodhi tree, meditating, watching his navel! He is really not a good person at all! There are people dying -- you should go and help them to live. There are hungry people. There are orphans, there are wars going on -- you should do something! And you are sitting under the tree and gazing at your navel.... Have you gone mad? But a buddha, a christ, a krishna -- they all flowered in deep silence. Of course once you have flowered, your fragrance can go to the winds, but never before! You don't have anything! So my suggestion is: first be selfish, then altruism will come on its own accord. Then it has a beauty... a totally different quality. Then you are not a do-gooder. You don't impose anything on anybody. You are a sharer, and to whomsoever accepts some-thing from you, you feel grateful, because he has accepted something from you. Then there is no ego trip. Just be here, meditate a little, do a few groups. Touching is very very meaningful. In fact, if the mother has not touched the child very deeply, the child will always remain divided between feeling and thought. Much hugging is needed -- and that has disappeared. Breast-feeding is needed, otherwise the child never starts feeling. Now in the west, mothers don't like to breast-feed because their breasts will lose shape. They don't want to hug too much... touch is almost a taboo. I was just reading about one japanese sculptor whose works were being shown in New York. The curators of the american museum were very much confounded, because he insisted on one thing which was never heard of before. He insisted that below each of his statues he wanted a small sign -- there was no trouble; they said that he could have a sign -- but the sign read: 'Please touch' -- statues! He said, 'I won't allow my work if these signs are not allowed in the museum. Then there is no need for my exhibition. Unless somebody touches my statues, how is he going to feel?' The curators could not believe what this foolish artist was wanting, because in american museums you have the sign, 'Don't touch! Keep aloof!' And that is not only in the museum -- in life also, touching has disappeared. So this is the problem that arises -- the person has not been touched in his childhood, so he does not know how to feel, because touch brings the feel. You can devise methods. If somebody says he cannot feel, then let him lie down -- touch him, hug him, let him feel the warmth of the body. Mothering techniques will be needed. If a woman can help, it will be good. If the woman can play the role of the mother, it will be good. Let him move backwards again to his childhood -- when he was small and he was hankering for warmth. Warmth is food for the feeling part -- that's what is needed. Then he will start moving into emotions. He may start crying... then help him. He may get angry, may move into a tantrum... then help him. But touch seems to be the gateway, so try with touch methods. Wado

full moon of sun

Wado Chicchan — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 03:11:53 GMT

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….

Galactic Skywalker

Wado Chicchan — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 01:17:37 GMT

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

Veins and pulses of Jah

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:57:10 GMT

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

Cosmic "Mirrored"

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 19:12:39 GMT

hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Capoeira uplifting

Wado Chicchan — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 00:54:44 GMT

Capoeira Angola with spontaneous voices....

By you, on dreaming

Wado Chicchan — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 20:29:48 GMT

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

Sky rock

Wado Chicchan — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 13:16:58 GMT

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

Blue storm

Wado Chicchan — Sun, 14 Jan 2007 19:33:56 GMT

your with your kindness to touch the crystal....shoul get the common quartz and become yourself the next messenger of the crystal....all-codes-in material reflection divine's god resembling material...

Miz Tli Tlan

Wado Chicchan — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 02:24:31 GMT

Come and sweat sweet being...do play all over my veins, be its river;Enchant the blue trees of our divine will;splash the last thoughts away from now;be the rocky shore of our new cosmic touch-feeling;illuminate our non-stop will to be free, wash us... wado