They want the treasure map; My mind is the treasure itself; Started playing; Wanna Dance; Everything we release becomes a hit; Poems and Poetry
10 Jul 2021 1 minute read 2 comments Shiftrox
We need to have the courage to fightGetting up, dreaming and not letting goThe world insists on saying noBut we must follow the voice of the heart Our dreams can't dieBelieve that anything can happenIf things are difficultHave faith, calm and concent...
25 Jun 2021 1 minute read 2 comments Shiftrox
We live looking for an inspirationElsewhere, out of the heartBut what if our conspiracy is faulty?How to believe in our generation? The real me, the real reasonComes in a clear, proactive-thinking way.I want to reach my goalPeace, ideas, respective l...
12 Jun 2021 1 minute read 1 comment Shiftrox
Looking deep into my soul, I discovered its existence.Nothing better than loving and being loved. Existing is living reality, living feeling emotions, feeling inner peace, feeling the breeze, the droplets running on the flowers.Seeing the river that...
29 May 2021 1 minute read 1 comment Shiftrox
Life stuck, everything so restrictedI create an idea, without frictionI make my day a tryI write the narrative myself My head, my folliesI feel everything exploding, several cracksI need to create, I need to get outI want to sail, raise the anchor Ti...
27 May 2021 1 minute read 6 comments Shiftrox
We leave behind, all that has already done us evil and we launched in a new adventure.A new adventure does not hurt our hearts.For we are already with our heart credited from so much suffering.Several that have already left so many tears fall, I beli...
21 May 2021 1 minute read 1 comment Shiftrox
Talk about love, not sadness. Say that today all of this will pass and that tomorrow will be another day. Talk about stars, the sun, flowers, breezes, say that you have peace, that you have a lot of love. Talk about the rain that falls, taking the wi...
21 May 2021 1 minute read 2 comments Shiftrox
Every leaf that fell, spread across the floor, were yellow leaves, others green. Only with a slight touch of the wind, or even with the fine breeze that fell in the early morning, there they were adorning the path. The beauty and color of the yellow...
