Here’s a new song (instrumental – piano only) that I just finished writing today. It’s called “Look Into My Eyes.” The drawings from the “Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing” post are used in the video.
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Here are my drawings for the “Look Into My Eyes” poem.
Five sketches for five basic emotions: sadness, surprise, fear, joy, and anger.
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Look Into My Eyes – The Drawing
Take a minute and look into my eyes,
Get closer and give me a hug,
For a moment in your life
Don’t judge me, don’t pull me apart.
You say you see me now,
You say you got me right,
Down the road of our lives,
A change is coming.
I’m human, with good and bad
And, like you, I am alive.
Mercy on me, mercy on us
Who can say what is right?
I’m not afraid to close my eyes
What the hack is wrong with us?
We quickly judge, and do not trust
No second chance, we decide.
In our minds, we think we’re right,
We think we know, we think we’re saints.
In our minds, we are too fast,
We are to blame.
Look Into My Eyes
A new song that I finished today. It’s called “Before Life Will Cut Me Down”.
The song is part of the “Exercises in Style” project: a cappella, american folk style.
Lyrics : Before Life Will Cut Me Down
Before life will cut me down
I sing for you while breath in me.
Before life will put me down
I cry with you while tears not dry.
A sound in the forest, steps on wet leaves,
The rain is talking to us.
We stop and listen to the waves,
And watch the colors of the air.
Before life will cut me down
I raise for you a glass of hope.
Before life will let me go
I pray for us to find again.
Grains of life and happiness,
I want to witness them with you,
With lows, and highs, and in between
We’ll live together one more bite.
Before life will cut me down
I sing for you while breath in me.
Before life will put me down
I cry with you while tears not dry.
I see the edge of my self,
The origin of fear so near.
I wipe out the human thought
To hold you close to my soul.
Before life will cut me down
I raise for you a glass of hope.
Before life will let me go
I pray for us to find again.
The wind penetrates my cloths,
My shirt too thin against the air.
Sharp bite of the cool breeze,
I hold you close in my arms.
Before life will cut me down
I say to you good night.
Before life will cut me down
I say to you good-bye.
Before Life Will Cut Me Down
You are on the path of your life. This path has a direction: that is always unfolding, moment by moment. Stop for a bit and grasp with clarity the path that you are actually on and the direction in which you are going on. Believe me, it is a beautiful path and it is going in the right direction.
This moment is not a dream , it is actually happening. Go ahead, pinch yourself. It is actual only for one time and only for one place. This universe is unique. It is yours.
Embrace it with all your heart, your mind and your body. Because soon a memory will take its place.
Today a new book opens for you. It is the book of your new life, it is the story of your marriage. Only you can write in this book. Write well. Take charge of the direction and quality of your relationship. You are the architects of your marriage.
I know we are all busy, or at least we like to think we are. But please don’t let a single day from your life together slip away unnoticed or unappreciated.
Whenever you can, leave the house and all the obligations of the daily life and go out together, even just a night by yourselves, travel somewhere.
There is a simple pleasure of sitting alone with the one you fell in love with.
A small table, a coffee pot, and two people facing each other. And you’ll think: Here I am, and here you are, and here we are. That’s all we need. That’s quality time.
Cultivate gratitude for the fullness of each moment you are together. Don’t just take it for granted.
We are creatures of habit. We have habits of thinking, nothing wrong with that, but overthinking is a different story. The stream of thoughts flowing through our minds leaves us very little time for listening, true listening. I wish to always carry with you the art and passion for listening.
I wish you to look at your marriage with unselfishness, kindness toward each other, and open mind toward future.
Invest time and awareness in your relationship and you will find greater harmony in your lives. It is worth it. This relationship is so special: it is a life commitment. Marriage is a life commitment.
Today, two rivers brought together by destiny flow into the sea, your sea. Two become one. The gift from the sea is oneness and togetherness. This gift is the theme, the backbone of the story of your marriage. It is the link which holds the halves to each other.
I wish you the gift from the sea: oneness and togetherness.
I wish you a quiet and peaceful sailing. But the sea will not always be peaceful.
There will be times with rain, wind, and maybe storm. You can’t control the sea. Life will trigger crisis, unexpected events; but you can learn how to navigate at sea.
Marriage is shaped on shared experiences.
It is a maze of memories of agreements and conflicts; of celebrations and disappointments. It is a fabric of conversation, of dialogue, a common vocabulary; a recognition of likes and dislikes, of routines and reactions, of mind and body, of physical and spiritual.
It is a labyrinth of instincts and intuitions, a transformation of known and unknown.
It is an adjustment of opinions and prejudices; a metamorphosis of projections and expectations.
Marriage is both, love and forgiveness. And sometimes you have to be weak to be strong.
I wish you to find the passion to love and the wisdom to forgive every single day.
Every day you love, and every day you forgive.
Be vitally connected to your marriage. Be ONE.
When the feelings grow and the logic fails, I know I am not there because I am here.
Feelings grow and logic fails
Creative and critical: two sides you always have, opposite views you always carry. The burden of each side shifts in time. Then one day you’ll show up one-sided, you’ll silently turn into a soul you hate.
Creative: The ray of light, too skinny to be grabbed by Earth, is flying through air.
Critical: Sure, blame it on gravity.
Creative: Musty smell of wood furniture, wounded by the corpulent corrosion of the clock’s arrow rotating so smoothly, bleeds in my room.
Critical: You are a wounded furniture too.
Creative: The light bounces back between my face and the mirror, touches my retina, lands on the memory bed and awakes the young woman I once was.
Critical: I suppose the same young woman who bought this furniture many centuries ago.
Creative: Once upon a time, the face was smooth and vibrant. The lips were light and voluptuous taking a bite out of life with every single breath.
Critical: Today they are crispy, and close a mouth too tired to gasp for air.
Creative: Once upon a time, the hair was red and thick.
Critical: Today it is the snow in the winter, too much for a small head.
One day you’ll show up one-sided, you’ll silently turn into a soul you hate.
There’s no time left to think of our true purpose, our true meaning in life. Everyone is walking the road carrying his own weight.
There’s no time left to think of our true purpose.
With our fears, our hopes, and our lives
Once more into resistance to tyranny and pursuit of happiness.
Live free and equal on this day
Live free and equal right away.
If the world around you feels like a mouth full of cavities, call your dentist. 