SENSATIONS
From the high cliffs, carved by the sea, ahead,
fighting in loud cries, without despair, confident,
I mentalize this moment, it is different,
exhausted I am, yes, but always moving forward!
I draw from there, therefore, great emotions,
I feel, thus, officially acknowledged by amiability,
I perceive, simply, they are emotions,
upon transporting myself, I strengthen spirituality.
From these immense messages, from the great script,
I find myself in flight, in a great ascent,
I tell you, then, I am on the hillock,
the highest part of the sacred altar.
I will never awaken the echo of an emptiness,
because in the void, in that cold recess, against the wind,
I will fuel my disbelief for a slender moment,
just like the slender hands of a sleepy clock,
The steps of destiny, brought me to this portal,
in a place of magic, pertinent magic,
so that I could take flight, become immortal,
create a protective shield and without looking back, always move forward.
A beam of light, shines, friend,
shining like polished metal,
so that I can continue with myself,
gather myself in the sensation without any time lost.
Author: Bárbara Kleinubing Zaniol
Born in Porto Alegre, DN 09/25/1986.
Physical Education teacher, former dancer of the dance group
The Ciff.
