Sit on a fluffy cloud colored cotton candy,
Read Schopenhauer to yourself and aloud,
Travel through the eyes to the horizon colored by diamonds,
Face on the sunset, the sun colored by caramel and bakery candy,
Attend every day, on this incredible adventure,
And you will not feel alone anymore!
You will not feel more anguish,
Nothing will abhor you,
Nothing will make you suffer,
Nothing will make you cry.
When you're sitting in your fluffy cloud,
colored cotton candy,
Feel the smell of hot dogs in the air
And the delightful things of earthly life,
But you shall not eat them,
Because you will not need more those items to survive.
It will be like tickle in your vague memory,
Just live, sweetly, through music that mirrors on your back,
On the sweet horizon colored by diamonds around,
And the setting of the sun colored by caramel and bakery candy,
By the unconditional and unrelenting content of readings and knowledge,
You will return like an eternal sage, to your enchantments
and precious thoughts of calm and light.
Nothing compares to what you saw out there
Nothing is more perfect than the immensity of the Gods,
sponsored by a gift rainbow on the pale blue sky!
No more pain,
No more memories,
No more tears...
On everlasting frame of your identity and greater childhood,
You will just enjoy the pure essence of the soul,
At a meeting of friend-books and intense mother-wisdom.
Sitting on a cloud of fluffy cotton
colored by caramel and bakery candy,
colored by caramel and bakery candy,
It is where you are, resting forever
No ancient pieces of what was before,
At your daily reinvention, to your healthy re-creation by Gods,
And all those small gestures and details on your back,
Who taught you as an encouragement, to your best smiling ...
(Joyce Martins)
