I haven’t written here for a while. Today as I was cleaning and clearing my flat I found a few old notebooks, some scrap notes and drawings that I made in the last couple of years. Some made me laugh. Some I didn’t understand and these few I thought I would share:
I want to look right there.
Live right there where only you know.
Meet your soul there
And be. Once. Always. Forever. Now
(Mexico City, 2014)
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Brother, sister
talk to me.
Brother, sister
don’t leave me.
We smoked from the pipe
We drank the tea
We are the type
that they never see
We feel what others just sense
We are what they dream
We jumped the fence
We bathe in the stream
Brother, sister
You are the love that flows through me
You are now a part of me
(Pachamama, Costa Rica November 2012)
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Will you soon become just a memory?
I wonder what it is that I will remember the most…
Will it be your smell or the way you walk?
Or maybe your smile this morning as I woke up.
Will I remember you laughing?
Will I remember that kiss that never was?
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Love and Happiness,
Mannu