October the sixth, the date we all will leave to take part into the festival in Capetown.I'm reading my lonely planet guide... yeah i know, tourist guide. But so hungry for information about this far away continent. In my vision a continent where the word forgiveness is more meaningful than anywhere else. As if the only true meaning of forgiveness can be found in South Africa, in Nelson Mandela and Bishop Tutu. As i'm dealing ,and have dealed, with my own little struggle of forgiveness in all kinds of situations, i always see him in front of me, Nelson Mandela. His calm but firm strongness, his ability to be the soulmate of his own soul, and yet so close to the nature of people, as God made them.
Soon, soon, i will be visiting "his Capetown" and that makes me feel very very special. To freely walk the paths, his light has shined upon.
Blessed man!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Diversity is Power: the poem factory2
The gap of caring
Do you care about global warming
the loss of forest
traditional knowledge
down under fading away
in one melting pot
Do you care about eco systems
the ocean, the mountains
people fishing
in poisoned waters
water..rising and rising
Do you care and still don't act
for the body you live in
the green you breath
the people you live with
and nature, who lives you
Do you. Do you act
or just sit quiet
seeing, knowing, reading
and in the fuzz of all
nature's loss
just feel paralized to act
feeling the gap of caring.
Do you care about global warming
the loss of forest
traditional knowledge
down under fading away
in one melting pot
Do you care about eco systems
the ocean, the mountains
people fishing
in poisoned waters
water..rising and rising
Do you care and still don't act
for the body you live in
the green you breath
the people you live with
and nature, who lives you
Do you. Do you act
or just sit quiet
seeing, knowing, reading
and in the fuzz of all
nature's loss
just feel paralized to act
feeling the gap of caring.
Diversity is Power: the poem factory
Searching
You wanted just to see
Me in you
And you in me
Words sounding like yours
Trusting only
the you in me
And as i speak
I see your eyes looking away
You’re hands crossing the
Way to your heart
Me not speaking the language
you know
As my voice grows stronger
My heart is filled with tears
Looking at close doors
Here, without you
While my hands touch
The many colors
of live
You wanted just to see
Me in you
And you in me
Words sounding like yours
Trusting only
the you in me
And as i speak
I see your eyes looking away
You’re hands crossing the
Way to your heart
Me not speaking the language
you know
As my voice grows stronger
My heart is filled with tears
Looking at close doors
Here, without you
While my hands touch
The many colors
of live
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