Blogalizeme

Sobre tudo sobre nada. Um nada que faz parte de tudo.

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Blogalizeme

Um blog quase erótico. Sobre tudo sobre nada. Um nada que faz parte de tudo. Agora com poemas convertidos em música

About Me 🎶 Welcome to my creative music lab! 🎶 Here, inspiring lyrics meet the power of artificial intelligence to transform into unique songs. Each video is an experience that blends emotion, creativity, and technology, creating a limitless audio-visual space. I hope you enjoy it!! <3

This is a non-commercial channel – no monetization, just a passion for music and the creative process. If you like exploring what happens when poetry and innovation meet, then you're in the right place.

Blogalizeme was born without rules or borders, as passions are born. It doesn't stand as a doctrine or a manifesto, because eroticism doesn't fit into frames: it's ambiguous, unsettling, full of shadow and light. This space is not dedicated to defining what eroticism is, but to hinting at it. And it hints at it in metaphors, in hyperboles, in verses that sometimes confess, sometimes hide.

There is no pretense here of explaining the unspeakable: rather, there is the desire to share the intimate gesture of the writer and the freedom of the reader.

And if these verses and songs, even if small, even vulgar, complex or nonsensical, manage to touch a heart, awaken a desire, or simply make the reader or listener smile, then they will have fulfilled their destiny. Thank you for reading and listening. 🌟 Subscribe or follow and join this poetic journey, where imagination transforms into melody. 🌟

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This playlist is inspired by creations I've made based on my old poetry blog (2000s - Blogalizeme). Many of the lyrics are literal, others adapted, therefore mine. The videos were produced using various AI bot techniques. I hope you enjoy it, leave a like, share, subscribe. This is a non-commercial channel – no monetization, just a passion for music and the creative process. If you love exploring what happens when poetry and innovation meet, you're in the right place. 🌟 Subscribe and follow this musical journey, where imagination transforms into melody. 🌟 Jah bless

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB8G0TYJfS3IBOr1zj4g0m99DkKTFoZpl&si=j9OL8KFx4MRFG7zp

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Sacred word ✨ - Music

Poetry, for me, has never been merely organized words, it has always existed as a living, feminine, ancient, insistent presence. When I write about it, I am not inventing a character, I am recognizing an entity that precedes and permeates me. I feel it as an archetypal figure, a kind of primordial muse, but also something greater almost an intimate divinity, the one that lies between what I see and what I dream. It dominates, seduces, guides. Sometimes I invoke it, sometimes it calls upon me. I perceive that it inhabits the space where reason and madness meet. Creation has always sprung from this threshold, from this zone where everything can be born or dissolved. When I say that it moves through abysses, I am speaking of this inner territory where the unconscious opens its doors. There, images form on their own, forgotten voices reveal themselves, and I become merely a witness to what passes by. Poetry is the guardian of this portal, the messenger that comes and goes, bringing fragments of worlds I cannot see with my eyes.

Images of breath, fire, wind, and light are not metaphors chosen randomly. For me, they represent how poetry acts, like a breath that awakens, like a fire that transforms, like a light that tears through the darkness, like a wind that refuses to be contained. I feel it is a form of Logos**, a force that not only reveals the meaning of things but creates that meaning. When I write, the poem is born not as a gesture but as an inevitability. There is also the tension between silence and word. This, for me, is proof that it belongs to the same movement of the universe, as impossible to contain as the cosmos itself. Poetry always finds a way. It is the rebellion of existence against any attempt at erasure.

And deep down there is a fear, not the fear of not writing, but the fear of not fully existing. I live as one who fears being erased, dispersed. The word is what anchors me in the world, what makes me realize there is a center, even when everything seems to fall apart. Poetry is the gesture that prevents the void from swallowing me. It is the flame that names me, that sustains me, that saves me.

That's why the poem begins and ends the same way. Poetry doesn't follow a straight line, or crooked paths, it spins and returns. This circularity is not repetition, it's ritual. That's how it manifests itself, as something eternal, that pulsates, disappears, reappears, and never allows itself to be fully captured. In the end, the feeling is always the same, poetry is not something I produce. It's something I hear. Something that lives within me. Something that writes me. I'm not a poet, but I love to pretend.

* "a token of affection" ** (from the Greek "reason")

Adapted from my own poem (written in 2005) now transformed into this lovely song. I also used my old CGI work "Qubit and the Cognitive Distortion"

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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[Indie/New age] The Veil of Desire ✨

The voice awakens within the sound, and this is a dive into an invisible ocean, where body and soul cease to be opposites and become the same pulsar. Every beat, every breath, is an echo of that which vibrates beyond the physical world, a reminder of when silence speaks. At first, the path between shadows and wind, guided only by the distant sound of the heart.

Darkness is not fear, it is a veil, the boundary between the known and the mystical. With each verse, the inner fire rekindles, the body dissolves into rhythm, and consciousness expands until it touches infinity. This song tries to create a dance between desire and transcendence. The chants, tribal drums, and choral voices are reflections of the expanding interior. Each sound layer represents a state of the soul, until only the essence remains, the light and sound.

In the end, when the echo disappears and the last note dissolves into silence, there is no longer “self” or “other”. There is only unity, body, soul and light intertwined. "We are sound… we are one."

This song, finally, breathes free.

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At its core, it was a return journey, into a state of being. The lyrics lead from silence to light, from oblivion to remembrance, from the whole self and everything. And when it ends there is a silence that is not empty, but full.

For me sounds like a spiritual experience disguised as sound. Let me know from you.

Lyric: In the stillness before sound, Light is born without bound.

Echoes drift through ancient halls, Soft light trembles, darkness falls. Between each breath, a truth begins, Infinity stirs beneath our skins.

Lux... Mundi... veni... ad me... Tenebrae... cadunt... in luce tua..

Voices weave through shadowed flame, The soul remembers its true name.

I hear you... in the breath of time... I feel you... where stars align... Through every space that silence keeps, The light within forever speaks.

Spirit flows in liquid form, Through fire’s heat, through calm and storm. The pulse of earth, the song of air, The soul ascends, aware, aware.

Spiritus... moveat me... Per ignem... et aquam... O Lux... O Lux... Mundi... Illuminate... anima mea...

Through the river of sound we rise, Our shadows fade, our souls baptize.

Through time we drift, through night we fall, The voice of stars will call... will call...

In lucem cordis... in aeternum... The heart unfolds, the veil undone. Through sacred sound the soul takes flight, Beyond the dark, into the light.

Breathe the world, become the flame, Every echo bears your name. The spiral turns, the heavens call, One with sound, one with all.

Spiritus... moveat me... Per ignem... et aquam... O Lux... O Lux... Mundi... Illuminate... anima mea...

Light remembers... the dream we are... In silence... we return... afar...

O Lux... O Lux... Mundi... Illumina... corda mea... Per ignem... et aquam... Spiritus... libera...

In silence, we awaken. In light, we become.

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This is a reprise of a poetic and spiritual inner journey, where the soul is observed through the “thousand windows”, metaphor for the multiple perceptions of the self. Each verse represents a reflection, a fragment of consciousness in dialogue with infinity. Between introspection and transcendence: the “self” that writes is also the “self” that reads, dissolving the boundary between creator and creation. A fusion of matter and spirit, light and shadow, body and thought.

This Lyrics is based on a poem I wrote in 2003, now set to music.

Mood used: Driving deep percussion, song cycle, deep bass with tribal percussion, Song cycle, spiritual, pulsing synths, gated reverb pads, tribal percussion, processed Gregorian chant samples, heavy bass, male vocals, female vocals, dreamy + loads of commands to try best approach to shape the music.

Lyrics:

From a thousand windows wide, Through corners where my shadows hide, I write the words the stars confide, No fear, no mask, no voice denied.

Ink of silence, thought in flame, Unwritten dreams that have no name. Each phrase a pulse, each breath a sign, A thread of truth, a soul’s design.

My ego bends, a fragile sphere, My soul reflects what’s hidden here. Convex mirror, infinite seam, Half of logic, half of dream.

Sometimes broken, sometimes whole, Fragments drifting through the soul. The wind rewrites what time forgets, A map of thoughts the night begets.

Lost between my paper skies, Hiding in the ink that never dries. No pale disguise, no fleeting phase, I walk within the word’s own maze.

The ritual of passage calls, Through ancient tongues and sacred halls. A shadow breathes, a light ascends, Where every thought begins and ends.

Through windows wide, the world dissolves, The riddle turns, the soul evolves. The gaze I know, the flame I feel, The strength of truth the words reveal.

I write what spirit dares to speak, With trembling hand and vision meek. Each line a bridge through endless skies, Each verse a star that never dies.

My ego bends, the lines collide, My soul a curve the stars can’t hide. Through chaos born of ink and flame, The cosmos whispers back my name.

From a thousand windows still I see, The soul reflected back at me. In light and dark, in word and tone, Infinity writes, through me alone.

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It was like reliving those magical experiences, which remain in our lives and not only in memory, but also in everyday life, as a deep, persistent feeling. On the demarcation line between dream and reality, I am reminded of the memories of a happy youth, laughter under the soft moonlight, starry nights and affections united by longing. Time may separate, but the spirit continues to form, enveloped by remembrance and the promise of endless love. Even from a distance, the past is reborn in the present, and the heart closes its eyes to relive the beauty of that unique moment.

The edge of illusion, Where silence feels alive, I reach for the horizon, And learn again to rise.

Chasing dreams in moonlight, We danced on college lawns, Laughter spilled like magic, In the glow of early dawn.

At the edge of illusion, I’m lost in your embrace, Hold me close, don’t let go, Let’s forget this endless race.

With every heartbeat, I find, The sweet taste of our youth, Living in this moment, We’ll chase down the truth.

Remember that summer, The night we drove too far? On the hood of your old car, We counted every star.

Whispers in the twilight, Sharing secrets, bold and bright, Every kiss, a promise, In the cool of the night.

At the edge of illusion, I’m lost in your embrace, Hold me close, don’t let go, Let’s forget this endless race.

With every heartbeat, I find, The sweet taste of our youth, Living in this moment, We’ll chase down the truth.

Now we’re miles apart, Time has a way to bend, But in dreams, you’re still with me, My lover and my friend.

So I walk through the echoes, Of moments we have shared, In every smile, a memory, In every breath, you’re there.

The edge of illusion, The past and present blend, Forever in this heartbeat, Our story will not end.

We’ll rise beyond the shadows, With fire in our eyes, At the edge of illusion, Our love will never die.

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I wrote this lyrics as a kind of journey through the cosmos and about us, about what we are, where we came from and where we are going. It speaks of creation, matter and soul, of this eternal cycle of being born, shining and disappearing, but also of love and connection with the whole. I wrote it like a poem, in an incredible sunset on the banks of the Tagus, with friends nearby. Then I adapted between languages and made the best adaptation in order to immortalize that moment. The right vibe.

This song is part of my repertoire available at http://amor.bigbig.com.

Lyrics: Step through the veil of sound and light, Where stars are born from endless night. A breath of fire, a thought of clay, The soul awakens, drifts away.

The cosmic pulse, it calls my name, Through dust and dream, through spark and flame. Who are we in this grand design? Echoes of gods, beyond the line.

In the silence. Creation hums, Through the void, the rhythm drums.

We are matter, we are thought, Born from chaos, finely wrought. In this dance, our fates align, Abstract truth in every sign.

A spark expands, a world begins, Through gravity’s unholy spin. Each atom sings a silent vow, We are the cosmos, here and now.

Across the stars the questions fly, What are we but the will to try? Dreams connect what eyes can’t see, Bridging the void, eternity.

We fall… we rise… we fade… we shine.

We are matter, we are flame, Born from nothing, yet remain. Through the dark our spirits climb, Bound by love, beyond all time.

The stars dissolve, the night grows clear, Infinity whispers, “you are here.” A breath, a spark, a fading sign, The poet wakes. The stars align.

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Whispers of the Tide ✨ - Musica

Esta música faz parte do meu repertório disponível em amor.bigbig.com Lyrics: Under pale trees where shadows breathe The wind collects what hearts believe Soft murmurs melt into the sky As silent roots remember why I touch the air your soul once knew The morning tastes of rain and dew A fragile kiss, a fleeting flame The world forgets but calls your name Whispers of the tide, carry me home Through the endless waves I roam Every dream that falls apart Finds its echo in my heart Tell me your secrets, tell me your fears Speak in the language lost to years Through veils of silence, I can see The truth unspoken flows to me “The storm does not destroy the sea It only wakes what sleeps beneath The heart remembers where it’s been And beats again, and beats within” Whispers of the tide, carry me home Through the endless waves I roam Every dream that falls apart Finds its echo in my heart The sea grows calm, the night descends The body fades, the soul transcends A final breath, the circle wide I am the whisper, I am the tide #youtube #portugal #poema #musica #new music #poesia #música #poema original #indie music #português #fantasy #spiritual awakening #spiritual growth #alive #magic #poema de amor #accustic #prosa #prose #new music #musica #poem #poema original #mystery #enigma #sea #female chants #deep reverb #tribal music

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I Am the Sea ✨ - Music

“I Am the Sea” is a song that breathes, like a poem in motion. Each verse flows like a wave, blending fragility and strength. The chorus sounds like a mantra, an invitation to surrender and self-discovery: “Flow through me, I am whole.” With its deep bass and ethereal vocals, the music turns the sea into a living consciousness, a metaphor for the self that dissolves and is reborn in the same instant. It’s not a song about the ocean, but rather a journey inward. I am the sea, transparent and wide A pulse that moves with the turning tide Not just a wave, but something more A feeling that drifts from shore to shore I am the wind that fills the sail A ghost that breathes through calm and gale Each tide reveals what lies in me The rhythm of my destiny Flow through me, I am whole Every current knows my soul In the deep where dreams are free I am the sea, I am the sea The sirens sing beneath my skin Their songs of loss, of where I’ve been A seahorse drifts, a bubble trapped Through centuries the past collapsed “In the calm, I rise in flame In the storm, I bear no name Through every wound, through every cry I learn to drown, I learn to fly” Flow through me, I am whole Every current knows my soul In the deep where dreams are free I am the sea, I am the sea The moon pulls softly, I remain The tide retreats, yet I sustain Through calm and storm, through all that’s been I breathe, I fade, I rise again

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Esta música faz parte do meu repertório disponível em amor.bigbig.com Espero que gostem. Este poema escrevi em 2005 (meu velho blog)

No músculo nu que se movimenta, escaldante, Serpentina que dança ao toque, tão vibrante. A tua beleza cai-te como uma luva, Veste-te só de ti, mulher tão vaidosa e nua.

És ponte que liga duas margens, do eu ao tu, Luz que atravessa a noite, farol a céu azul. Perco-te em volta de um segredo sem fim, E para nomear-te, chamo-te Jasmim.

Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim, Sopro da vida, começo e o fim. Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim, No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.

Um coração bem cultivado é quem tu és, Raiz de ternura, futuro e fé. O jardim precisa da tua essência, Fruto de amor, pura resistência.

Estas emoções espreguiçam-se no meu corpo, Sinto o desejo como vento solto. Penteia-te cem vezes, mulher vaidosa, E deixa-me beber-te na seiva da prosa.

Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim, Sopro da vida, começo e o fim. Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim, No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.

Prepara-te para o amor que chega, Cultiva-te, a vida sempre entrega. Nunca te esqueças da sonhadora, Da tua força rara, simples e encantadora.

Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim, Sopro da vida, começo e o fim. Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim, No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.

E é no espaço do corpo que nasce a canção, Fado e desejo correm na mesma mão. Sorri, mulher, na beleza da tua prosa, Na eternidade és sempre vaidosa.

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I hope you enjoy it. Honestly, when I felt inspired to write the lyrics for "Echoes Within", I just wanted—well, I guess, to tune in, as if the song were already humming somewhere and I just had to lean in and listen. It didn’t even start with lyrics, with words. It started with a feeling—did it end in words? The words were merely an attempt to put the unexplainable onto paper. It came well after midnight, like a ghostly whisper. The whole song lives in that strange in-between: being alone, somewhere between “not exactly who I was” and “not exactly who I’m going to be.” Each verse feels like it’s hanging by a thread, barely holding on, almost blending into the bass. There's no big drama, no “let's vent” moment. Just a gentle nod to the idea that, honestly, our shadows probably outpace us.

I walk alone through silver light A breath between the day and night The earth still hums beneath my skin A thousand echoes rise within

Echoes within, calling me home Through every silence I have known Lost in the dark, I start again Echoes within, my only friend

Through fading stars I start to see The shadow shapes that follow me I breathe, I fall, I feel, I stay The night reveals another way

Echoes within, calling me home Through every silence I have known Lost in the dark, I start again Echoes within, my only friend

“In every loss, a seed remains Through every wound, the truth sustains The breath returns, the circle spins The end is where it all begins”

Echoes within, calling me home Through every silence I have known Lost in the dark, I start again Echoes within, I breathe again

This song is part of my repertoire, available at amor.bigbig.com

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This song is part of my repertoire available in http://amor.bigbig.com. I hope you enjoy it.

Letter: Time dissolves  Light reminders Call my name Through fire  Through storm Remain 

In the breath of time  In the space between  I Feel you move  Inside dream Light between  Worlds unknown.  Rise again In flow

We are fire  We're sky  We are dust  Passing by Light light  Between worlds

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Ao compor esta música, senti como se o tempo tivesse parado por um instante, e se assim o posso por, em palavras. 

No fim, senti um arrepio bom, daqueles que vêm quando algo faz sentido. A música termina como começou, mas algo em mim já mudou. É como se ela falasse de um despertar, não aquele grandioso, cheio de luzes, mas um que acontece em silêncio, dentro do coração.

É difícil explicar, mas essa música não é só pra ouvir, é pra sentir. Ela te lembra de respirar, de confiar, de se entregar ao ciclo da vida. E quando acaba, a sensação é de que nada realmente terminou, apenas é um recomeço.

Letra: [Omnia, lumen, spiralis..] A breath becomes a dawn unseen, The soul remembers what has been. In the silence, truth unfolds, Ancient rivers turn to gold, Breath of ages, light concealed, In the humble heart revealed.

Shine within, not above, Wisdom speaks in quiet love, Every dawn, a sacred flame, We are one, and all the same.

(Gloria, lumen, anima mea) In the circle, all returns, Ash to fire, soul that burns.

Echoed voices, dream and dust, Guide the mind to gentle trust, What is small is what is pure, Through surrender, we endure.

Humble is a bliss unknown, Peace is found when self is gone, Every breath, the universe, Every tear, the sacred verse.

(Omnia, lumen, spiralis...) Round and round, the soul takes flight, In stillness, we find light.

(Spiralis... lumen... gloria...) The sound returns to where it starts, A gentle flame inside all hearts. Circle of light... awaken again.

Esta música faz parte do repertório disponível em http://amor.bigbig.com.

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"Exuberante amor" ✨ - Música

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Quando por ti passo, na tua praia, Observo tua silhueta. Envergonhada, deitada n’areia, Quando por ti passo, E esbracejas um sorriso, O mistério perverso. Do compromisso.

No trampolim dos sonhos, Tu te rebaixas e rebolas, Desejosa de colo. Colo que eu nunca tive, És só uma Mulher que vive, Com a alma envergada, Para o dia da vigília, alma velada.

E agora que o corpo entorpece, Veio a luz clara, Como a teia que se tece.

A vida que queremos ter, Antes de viver. A vida sofrida de querer, Difícil de antever. Como o arco-íris e as suas tintas, Coloridas, com formas distintas.

Chora... E cobre-te de luto, Desse amor passado, devoluto. Deita. Na minha cama, Diz-me agora, a quem amas...

Planta. Em ti uma semente, De esperança fundida, desejo demente. Mostra. Teu lado selvagem, Assume-te agora, com coragem.

Porque assim desejaste, E a minh'alma encantaste. Vem, exuberante amor, Esquece essa dor...

Agora que jaz pálida, Na essência do dom material, Na força do prazer carnal, Sem esquecer que eram assim, Este esplendoroso jardim. Vem. Quebra essa dor, Abraça o que fomos, E o que restou.

Ama... Com toda a verdade, Deixa o passado, E a saudade.

Vem... Exuberante amor, Transforma a dor, No nosso calor...

Chora. E cobre-te de luto, Desse amor passado, devoluto. Deita... Na minha cama, Diz-me agora, a quem amas.

Planta. Em ti uma semente, De esperança fundida, desejo demente.

Mostra. Teu lado selvagem, Assume-te agora, com coragem.

Quando por ti passo. Na tua praia. O mistério do compromisso. Ainda me atrai.

"Exuberante amor" é um poema que evoca uma profunda reflexão sobre a resiliência espiritual e a força interior que se manifesta diante das adversidades da vida. A voz poética fala sobre se sentir parte de algo maior, o que proporciona um senso de pertencimento e propósito. Essa ligação com o que está além de si mesmo oferece consolo e apoio, reforçando a ideia de que não estamos sozinhos em nossas lutas. 

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O calor invade o corpo, Tão suave e doce como um poema. É brisa que dança nos lábios, É chama que arde e não queima. Entre rimas e dilemas, Perdido entre maresia e magia, Sou poeta, sou poema, Ou apenas nostalgia?

E tudo se escreve sem direção, Versos que sopram na imensidão. Entre altos e baixos, picos e quedas, A vida é tinta que se espalha sem pressa.

Talvez seja o sentimento do poeta, Que transforma o pranto em diamante. Cada lágrima escrita, uma promessa, Versos que ecoam no peito amante.

Rabisco palavras no véu da noite, Tecendo um fio fino de luz. Cada sílaba solta um segredo, Que ao coração sedento conduz. Vejo um poema nascer, Vejo esse fogo crescer. E na harmonia dos versos, Sinto a alma florescer.

Ou talvez seja ela, a desejada Ísis, Que em versos suaves canta ao luar. Trazendo em sua voz toda a magia, Que o tempo insiste em revelar. O poeta, o poema e a poesia, São ecos de um amor latente. Cada toque, um novo verso, Escrito em pele ardente.

Talvez seja o sentimento do poeta, Que transforma o pranto em diamante. Cada lágrima escrita, uma promessa, Versos que ecoam no peito amante.

O desejo se torna chama, Se espalha como um vendaval. Deixa-se levar pela dança, Pelos delírios que arrepiam a alma.

O corpo estremece. E as mãos escrevem. Para dissipar este dilema. A tinta seca, o poema fica. Mas o amor... esse nunca se apaga.

-- xxXxx -- Letra inspirada em um velho poema que escrevi em 2007, adaptado para esta música. Espero que gostem. Meu antigo blog amor.bigbig.com

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🎵 Duas metades 🎵 ✨ - Música [4k]

"Duas metades" é uma letra adaptada do poema "Disparidade Homónima" poema este publicado em 2005. Agora transformado nesta música com título "Duas metades". "Disparidade Homónima" o poema original é um poema que mergulha nas nuances da dualidade do ser, explorando a complexidade das relações. O poema é construído a partir de uma série de imagens poéticas que evocam um profundo senso de introspecção. O autor joga com a ideia de homônimos, palavras que soam iguais mas têm significados diferentes, para ilustrar as disparidades que existem dentro de nós e nas relações humanas. Essa escolha linguística é uma forma de expressar como as pessoas podem ter percepções variadas da mesma realidade, destacando a subjetividade das emoções e das vivências. Ao longo do poema, o autor reflete sobre as tensões entre amor e dor, alegria e tristeza, presença e ausência. Essas polaridades são apresentadas de maneira a mostrar que, muitas vezes, são inseparáveis. A beleza do amor é acompanhada pela dor da perda, e a alegria pode ser ofuscada pela tristeza. Essa dualidade é uma constante na vida humana e, através de sua escrita, Mestrinho comunica a ideia de que é através dessas experiências contraditórias que encontramos profundidade e significado. As metáforas utilizadas no poema são ricas e evocativas, permitindo ao leitor visualizar e sentir as emoções que o autor tenta transmitir. O autor não se limita a descrever estados emocionais; ele convida o leitor a sentir as texturas e os subtextos das interações humanas. A musicalidade da sua poesia acrescenta uma camada de intensidade, fazendo com que cada verso ressoe com uma melodia própria. O autor também faz uma reflexão sobre a identidade, questionando o que realmente significa ser um indivíduo em meio a tantas influências e expectativas externas. Essa busca por autocompreensão é um tema central no poema, revelando a fragilidade da condição humana. A disparidade entre o que se é e o que se aparenta ser é uma fonte de conflito interno, o poema/letra expressa essa luta com uma sensibilidade única. Adaptado para dar melhor musicalidade. Espero que gostem tanto como eu gostei :) Publicado originalmente aqui https://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2005/11/disparidade-homnima.html