A Memory In The Life Of ...

My devotion for the unknown has taken me to explore areas that I had never imagined. From a small town in the middle of nowhere, to the big city, my daily routine seem to always take over. In this blog we will expose life with its spices and colors.

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Choice rules our consciousness. I took the right turn onto the street going back to the main road to Swaziland. I wanted to avoid my friend Antonio who lives in the corner of the left turn going to the same road just a few steps ahead. Joking, I complained about the walk and as we walked along the main road I suggested hitchhiking as I made the gesture to stop a car. A truck passed us. Afterwards a car of kindred souls stopped and asked “Bushfi’a”? My amazing adventure started when they opened the door for me. We smiled and nodded our heads, accepting the lift. A group of 15 Mozambicans, who became my friends, annually drive through Maputo province and into the hills of Swaziland to Manzini City for Bushfire Festival gave us a lift and allowed me to enjoy their company. They rented rooms in a comfortable hotel next to a golf course and a gorgeous hillside view, which during sunsets shines with amazing cooper fog over silhouettes of trees that bring a magical feel to the town. The atmosphere eased my integration into the group. After socializing, we arrived to the festival to a great Freshlyground show. It was the best welcome a country has ever given me. Saturday, we prepared during the morning. Late afternoon we visited friends in town and then ate grilled meats at a restaurant in the valley located at the foot of a line of hills covered by a halo of sunrays, dancing Kizomba and Pasada poolside as we waited for the festival to start again. We took time to taste time to arrive just on time. When the time came, we brought our fire to an ótimo party that tempts me to stay in the country with the Perssoal. Dancing, laughter, and perfect timing characterized this weekend. Thanking the universe for its generosity, counting my blessings, and appreciating the luck of meeting like-minded spirits along my path, I can only say that life for me só tem mel. *Bushfire (Bushfi’a): Annual International Music Festival in Swaziland; Freshlyground: hip hop band; Kizomba and Pasada: look it up! **Ótimo: awesome; Perssoal: Group of close friends; só tem mel: [it] only has honey

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                                                                                                                    Sunrise in Mozambique

 The smell of sage and other herbs took over the streets of my neighborhood.  I stop for few seconds to ask a security guard—who was sitting outside a flat building I would love to live in—to ask about rent. As the smell of the smoke entered my lungs, I asked him about it. He smiled and said there was probably a cleansing ceremony close by.  He gave me few reasons why a ceremony is necessary to cleaning the soul. I wished good night. On my way home I looked at the sky allowing the image to trace a memorable path in my brain. Whatever the smell is and where it comes from, it reminds me that I’m living in a wonderful time in human history and it does not matter how insignificant my actions are; even a missed-step could cause the wind to change. We are evolving into the root of beliefs and human understanding, only if we accept out impact in the world. I still don’t know what it entails; regardless, I’m gambling to see where this adventure takes us. Welcome to my world.  

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One

              For the last month, I've been experience an unwilling change of perception. Now, every movie, song, and object movement pushes my brain to think every spectrum of such. When the change started, my excitement shadow my thought and I expected the best of this change. Life is more bitter than sweet.

              Conscious evolving is painful because the people around you don't catch up fast enough. Frustration is the every morning breakfast because those around you can't see what you see. Manipulation takes over all dinner deals because the rest refuse to believe that there are things in food that you can't see. Stress pushes me to give up, to let them suffer and learn on their own; after all, the wise learn from other people's mistakes, and a fool of thy own.

               Disappointment invades all thought I tell you, I will not let any of you rebuild the promise land because you will do the same you did to thy.

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A Day Like No Other

             It's only 1:39 PM on a December day, strangely comforting to my soul.  This December 17, 2013, the weather hit the spot.  Its feels like a desert summer night; dry heat on a cool wind.  Out side the window, the sun is weak and the trees are dancing Blues on brown shoes and yellow dresses, just to remind us that winter is coming, but not today.                I confess, I'm still adapting to the winter; unfortunately, we don't get along.  I grew up in the absence of winter, but for the last ten years I had to deal with extreme cold dry winters that start in late October and end early March, but not this year.                I'm upset for the pollution and lack of social action to better out environment, and I sincerely sympathize with all those that have had their lives taken away and those lives that have been affected by our ignorance as consumers. I believe that by making minimum changes to our style of living we can stop this catastrophic change.              But today, as selfish as it is, I am enjoying this complete new soul warming day.  The plants and trees are happy, and the orange and lemon smell coming in on a warm fall afternoon wind that motivates me to send this to the universe, and pray for everyone in the world to get at-least one day to feel the joy of this colorful, wonderful, and joyful close to winter day.