Dedicated

To my being
I dedicated myself
For the other eyes under me I did not call anymore
The way of the madman I started
Interior wisdom
At every conscious moment
As after a sip of burning water
Avoid distraction
Lose myself over there not
Never lose ground
In each barbecue refri or piece of bread
Some fauna suffered a lot
Illusion thinks not
Industry is like a weapon
That only sees profit and the forest goes out
The brightness of the look
Suffering everywhere
In every trident bar
Ambev and his castle always in front
And in the drugstore only those who vitiate
Behind that packaging
No poetry

My indian, my ego

My Indian, my ego
My bush, my property.
Planet without treta
Flour leaves the head
Of intuition
Third sight
Malkut is not all not
22 paths goes is very ground
Explore comprises
Study not for sale
If you commit, do not forget
From the selfish and competitive facet
What the wicked put in your head

Imported Packaging, standard people

Imported Packaging
Barbie is not just a doll
As a behavioral pattern,
Does not respect the feel
Slaves of the ego to others are forced to lie
It strengthened the image as the mutants would have gotten lost there
The ken in cachaca looks for shelter
For what he really wanted was in his lost mind
Forgot God is your inner temple
Do all that you want, for the only law is love.
Everyone asks raul, but most do not even know what he was saying.
Distrust the ego, it weighs the back
Of shorts and slippers is actually how everyone likes
When you were a child, you did not
Without hierarchy, without duality, difference between beings?
You did not have that badness!