NO PASSO DAS ARTES
Quero caminhar pelas estradas das artes,
E encher meus olhos de beleza e cores,
Atravessar as pontes da inspiração,
E mergulhar nos universos multiplos das formas, movimentos e sinuosidades.
Quero abraçar a magnitude da criação, e abstrair a matéria prima das estrelas: dissecar o rio das técnicas, e desbravar os oceanos de anatomias perfeitas.
Quero poder não entender nada, não opinar em nada, e deixar fluir os suaves ventos da arte, do mesmo ar que oxigena meu cérebro ativo,
e faz de meu corpo uma máquina incógnita. _________________________________________________________________________________I want to walk along the road of the arts,
And fill my eyes of beauty and colors
I want to cross the bridges of the inspiration
And to dive into the multiples universes of the shapes, movements and sinuosity.
I want to hold the magnitude of the creation, and to extract raw material from the stars.
I want to dissect the river of techniques, and to grub the perfect anatomy of the oceans.
I don’t want to understand anything.
I don’t want to give any opinion about nothing.
I just want to let flow the soft winds of the art, with the same oxygen that makes my brain active, and makes my body an unknown machine.
E encher meus olhos de beleza e cores,
Atravessar as pontes da inspiração,
E mergulhar nos universos multiplos das formas, movimentos e sinuosidades.
Quero abraçar a magnitude da criação, e abstrair a matéria prima das estrelas: dissecar o rio das técnicas, e desbravar os oceanos de anatomias perfeitas.
Quero poder não entender nada, não opinar em nada, e deixar fluir os suaves ventos da arte, do mesmo ar que oxigena meu cérebro ativo,
e faz de meu corpo uma máquina incógnita. _________________________________________________________________________________I want to walk along the road of the arts,
And fill my eyes of beauty and colors
I want to cross the bridges of the inspiration
And to dive into the multiples universes of the shapes, movements and sinuosity.
I want to hold the magnitude of the creation, and to extract raw material from the stars.
I want to dissect the river of techniques, and to grub the perfect anatomy of the oceans.
I don’t want to understand anything.
I don’t want to give any opinion about nothing.
I just want to let flow the soft winds of the art, with the same oxygen that makes my brain active, and makes my body an unknown machine.
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