Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Dacing To Remember - Dançando Para Lembrar

"Hotel California"
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"


Love, Dja

Monday, April 16, 2018

I Know You - Te Conheço




Trivial meaningless remarks and comments no longer instantly gratifying the illusion of aloof.
Look inside...
Why do we still wear masks of satisfaction?
Who are we lying to?
Yes, we all lied 'satisfied' today and will do it again tomorrow.
Is it really only 'natural'?
Your 'madness' is only yours if you choose so...
Who's been choosing 'for you'?
Fear it not, for it fears your genuine 'You'...
...Us.
We are all there (anywhere),
Staring at mirrors and illusions - repeating again and again what only comforts for a brief instant...
Do you pay for comfort as if it's not really yours?
How much does it cost?
Why? And - Why not?
Where did all the existential questions go?
Instinctively 'answered' with a familiar excuse we all know and accept... (What's yours?)
Imaginary agreements we made in every aspect of our lives - these ghosts we know better than ourselves (Temporarily) - only ghosts...
Dead and "so alive".
Will anything do if we could dream of illusions 'one more time'? No time.
Locked in an obsessive isolated idea - was it your idea?
I know you well - very well...
-Dja Pierce

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Lula - Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva




Lula

Já que relativos são todos os pensares,
Mando um pelos ares...

Que chegue logo esse carinho que sai daqui,
E te inspire a confiar no que ainda está por vir.

Chegando assim de repente (semente),
Que te encontre sempre sano e presente.

~ E Que fique lá,
Aguardando o momento ideal.
Para dizer-te que também sinto contigo,
E que o nosso Amor é igual. ~

Também visto hoje a tua cor preferida,
Ando com ela e reconheço, comemorando tanto Amor nessa vida...

Quem não comemora esse Amor que já foi dado,
É apenas porque vive infeliz, num mundo ainda tão bitolado.

Nordestina Matuta, Boêmia e Desconfiada também sou,
Nunhuma meta se perde no coração de quem conhece esse valor.

~ Tua voz ecoa longe e em todas as direções,
Ninguém te perde de vista.
E permanecerá ecoando nas mentes e nas ações
De todo um Brasil que nos habita. ~

- Dja Pierce

Ligeiro - Quickly

Dilemas; 
Limpar a casa ou a mente primeiro? 
Na dúvida, escrevo ligeiro...
-Dja Pierce


Monday, April 2, 2018

Prosa Nordeste Oeste - Northeast West Prose




E quem ainda é sério no ramo?
O ramo do galho ou outro ramo?
Exatamente!
Ninguém sabe e quem sabe, não quer falar – enquanto houver ‘traição’.
E porque tanta confusão?
“Porque sou do Nordeste!” Não tem outra explicação.
E ainda querem todo o Oeste alienado em competição.
Pensando bem, não somente eles pegaram o mau dessa visão.
Também existe Nordestino metido a besta e Americano de grande coração.
“Buda Fala” que o Amor não tem cara, nem tem direção.
(Onde eles pensam me encontrar, o vento já fez a curva soprando na contra mão.)
Pois é assim que desabrocham as flores dessa estação,
Primavera no Norte, assim quase Verão...


-Dja Pierce

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Frevo Eclético - Eclectic Frevo




Frevo Nordestino influenciado por um sutil "ar Árabe" que me encanta....
Com Amor, Dja

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Caranguejo - Crab



“I release my parents from the feeling that they have already failed me.
I release my children from the need to bring pride to me; that they may write their own ways according to their hearts, that whisper all the time in their ears.
I release my partner from the obligation to complete myself. I do not lack anything, I learn with all beings all the time.
I thank my grandparents and forefathers who have gathered so that I can breathe life today. I release them from past failures and unfulfilled desires, aware that they have done their best to resolve their situations within the consciousness they had at that moment. I honor you, I love you and I recognize you as innocent.
I am transparent before your eyes, so they know that I do not hide or owe anything other than being true to myself and to my very existence, that walking with the wisdom of the heart, I am aware that I fulfill my life project, free from invisible and visible family loyalties that might disturb my Peace and Happiness, which are my only responsibilities.
I renounce the role of savior, of being one who unites or fulfills the expectations of others.
Learning through, and only through, LOVE, I bless my essence, my way of expressing, even though somebody may not understand me.
I understand myself, because I alone have lived and experienced my history; because I know myself, I know who I am, what I feel, what I do and why I do it.
I respect and approve myself.
I honor the Divinity in me and in you.
We are free."
(This ancient blessing was created in the Nahuatl language, spoken in Mexico. It deals with forgiveness, affection, detachment and liberation).
Via Jolenny Piedra

Love, Dja