What a hell of a journey

I came really close that time:

California was my hands...

92 Nobel prize winners!

Maybe I can snag one

bring it home

Imagine my dad

finally bursting with pride

not over some small dreams

No! That was big

That was Berkeley, San Francisco

where I’d wipe away

every trace of dirt

every misstep

But then I blew it

Not even close I got to a PhD degree

Back to Brazil my holy land

back to the history of my home

After a couple months in the south 

I returned the right way to California

but to a world alive in it

to work with so many cultures

stories about the true California 

finally in my hands

What a hell of a journey

MIT, Harvard, UC

became faded old dreams

My reality became somewhere else:

Egypt, Austria, France, Bolivia

United States, Uruguay, Argentina...

Peru in the Sacred Valley 

where I learnt

to accept life as a gift

Yet, here I am

loving what I love

thinking

researching

lecturing

biking

dancing

organizing

dreaming of a better world

just because I want to

Am I zen?

I’ve always been a bit different

I went to grab some bread from the bakery

three guys jumped on me

took my money and clothes

I came back home in my underwear

I was just 10

They tried to take hope from me

They tried to steal my dignity

snatched away my great vision 

What a hell of a journey

I’m here

loving to read the poets

letting my soul flow down 

rivers of images and sounds

I will do it all again

Dear Nietzsche

Are you listening to me?

I’ll do it again and again

I’ll live this forever

That’s my journey

not better that I am

impossible to be less

Just my love

pulsing like a little bird

craving to fly again