WHO FOUND THE ULTIMATE CABIN

WHERE THE LAST PAD HAD FELT THE GODS STEPS

Luix Flow

WE CROSSED THE INVISIBLE LINES Where on Earth you started to build your own pad When the ultimate sword were in war Why the last generation of soldiers evacuate home What is the meaning of your last song Let me be understood Between the lips of the last prostitute because she carries the way of the unnescesary sadness Where is the last motel off the road Where can we see each other naked Where is the guitar that plays country tunes When can we begin the journey What is the price I have to pay Once you throw the pieces away it might happens that your most precious love is really to the Creator of these ideas of Love Do you know that the best door to open is the one inside your precious Heart? Dont let me be misunderstood Remember that our line of familiarities has in a way, a similar origen of cells movement We are so powerful, that in a single thought ...in a second of a move ...in a second of a swimm We found the best conection with our single universe INHABILITY The incapacity to change the poisons that we love is getting on top of the circunstances that arrive no one percives those signs introduced from the begining Help me to cross that bridge over our reality Help me to expand the thoughts of positiviness Help me find the best path to our home I am alone and in a physical reality of inhabilities to coordinate the transcriptions that are arriving

with the idea of finding the truthly pad to rest let's bring us together in the same direction of destiny HOME Walking on the sand of this desert had brought me the awareness I need to swimm back into the frame of the doorway that opens in the same direction of the new flow Directions and paths Flowings and releases Homes and caressness Flying is an option that we can considered Jumping is our plan B Rapelling down the waterfall, is another choise Contemplating the sunset and do some yoga... Is valid too Do nothing... Is also something to do... Is up to me... the paths are set and here Is up to me... the pads are also here Just go inside yourself and open the handle door Just go inside yourself and feel your own home beating Just remember me and us, we are of the same tribe... YOU Long hair between red and blond Fair skin of an european girl Inteligence of a thinker in search of a path Awareness of a human feeling her own pad Hands and feet that hipnotize me very easy Nice and funny like a comedian helping me smile You... Only you... UNIVERSE DREAMERS The vast Universe is not really infinit Many poets from long ago, knew this Not by reading essays in local newspapers But, by natural intuition... original discerment... local imagination... Coming forward to say something, before it was found by the scientist They, are the receptors of the currents of energy flows that feed the Souls and Spirits of the human race Oh, I am just in Love THE FLOW OF A MOUNTAIN RIVER Clear as the air I breath Soft as the skin of Love Strong as the fall of thousand of rocks Healer as the best Shaman of La Sierra Nevada Alive as millions of butterflies

it goes down the hills... down and down... through the cannyons of the skin of the Earth being a companion for the blood inside that green land Take us into the realms of the magical songs Bath us with all the singing of the Little People Lets flow together like two children at endless play... BOB REAGGE The delicated skin, brown like the echoes of the Caribean Voicing strong messages of Freedom along the oceans Holding the weights of all the african walkers Understood not just by the Buffalo Soldiers but also by the soldiers inside the borders of the other colorful skins P.S. Now, is time for another experience The eternal and infinite Love between my Soul and the reality of my Mind. The last Pad Is the ultimate Home Where is my Home?... In there... Our there The Journey is to Paradise. Bye! ARTBYFLOW.BLOGSPOT.COM