One day...by Aline Martins

One day, I lived a divine life
I lived among Gods, all around and inside me,
but this life proved to be too easy to a complex mind,
So, I went down, to live a less real life, but,

Arriving there, I found an enchanted life,
not so visible, but enchanted,
I lived among unicorns and fairies, in the midst of forests and rivers.
But that life was too ethereal for a body as physical as mine.
So, I walked ... to live a less magical life, but more palpable.

Arriving there, I found a house of great splendor,
a palace, but magical,
I lived among kings and princesses, inside great halls and festivals,
But this life, was too cold for a warm heart.
So, I danced ... to live a less noble life, but more palpable.

Arriving there, I found a battle field,
where I could feel the cold war and the heat of the bodies,
I lived among heroes and traitors, in the midst of swords and spears,
But this life, was too gray for someone with hope.
So, I run... to live a less heroic life, but more palpable.

Then I found the "hut"
Simple, where the moon shone silver, and the smells were as the feelings within me,
I lived between the divine love and the cold war,
however, this life proved in its colours and pain that my love and difficulties were worth to be experienced.
So, I died ... the arms of the one I love
to live more real, magical, noble, heroic and divine life.

And then I met you ...

 Of love and land - by Aline Martins

From which races, I am, was and will be?
Which colours and creeds, which luck?
How many lives lived and will live?
Died and will die of how many deaths?

How many loves and dreams and hopes
How much faith, how much pain
was I Mom or Dad, of how many children?
how many torments, and horrors?

How many children have I cried, in so many wars?
How many children have I raised and was happy?
How many bodies, how many waters, how many lands
did I touch, kissed, love and was root?

And how many times yet, to give me?
How many lives still to be reborn?
How many mouths, yet to be kissed?
How many deaths, yet to die?

Yet, conformed, I sing the song
The march, the mission, the pain that screams
And I got butterflies by my side
Made, like me, of Love and Land! ...

 

 Sovereignty of the Land- by Aline Martins

Today I am sovereignty,
I am Morrighan, Bouddica, Macha ... I am woman
in my body, is the ancestral blood
In my mind, the ultimate inspiration
in my soul, the energy of all those who marched my breeding ground, and walked not in vain

Today I am woman,
I am the one who collects the spoils of battle, who fertilizes the earth, who curses the unworthy ... I am Sovereignty
in my body, the smell of lust
In my mind, memories of dancing moments
in my soul, a mixture of energy, light, passion

Today I am a druid,
I am the one who walks among the cries of war, amidst ancient forests, between worlds ... I am inspiration
in my body, seeds of creation
In my mind, the light of awen
in my soul, magic, strength, gratitude

Today I AM.... 

 The birth of a Butterfly…by Aline Martins

It´s weird to notice how light comes during the nights
How a smile comes with tears.
It´s weird how a storm, can make the land fertile again
How simple steps, can make a dance
Everything is change

And…then, amidst all this darkness…

It came slowly, passed by as a breeze
soft, evolving my disturbed nights
and the night after, it came back, with agile fingers, and broad smiles
to plant in me, a hope that for a long time had been broken

I looked for memories that were forgotten,
feelings of past lives soaked in tears,
but still, I threw my net, and got
that single drop of the sea, that was waiting for me.

I held it carefully, as a diamond.. how could a diamond so fragile?
then, it vibrated, and as a reverse tear , it went up through my face
entered the windows of my soul, and installed itself in my heart.
after a long sigh, the world became a rainbow. The pain was gone.

I could feel that breeze within me, as arms
was it spreading inside me? I can´t be that big…
So, I had to get rid of things I didn´t want anymore.
and In a frenetic whirl of colours and horrors, I tried to create space.

But there was nothing left.
So, I entered my own cave. Organized the mysteries of my soul.
Maybe, that thing that grew within me, could find its purpose.

The breeze became a storm of kisses and smiles
A storm that raised seas of tears
An earthquake of senses and touches
and there, as a metamorphosis, between earth, sea and sky
I could understand the alchemy that was happening inside me

A butterfly was born ...
in my back, the most delicate wings ...
unique, as I had never seen.

And tonight, I´ll fly, high,
in search of my spring of inspiration.
It can be anywhere, doesn´t matter its name.
I´ll recognize it when I see for it is mine and it is part me.