Why me! -Jade da Rocha

Suddenly after months in silence he decided to sail toward her land, it was low tide when he arrived.    Although he was very engaging and careful; to her was a flake approach –just an excuse for a clean cut, an insatiable journey of collectible moments. She could not know if were fake or real. In that moment he was like a squid that lives in most oceans but rarely seen. The taste of doubt was rushing through her veins with insufficient evidence to seal his fate. In a stranger way it seemed to become irrelevant to her and she followed her intuition giving herself entirely to this fantasy that she could have chosen to never be part of it.

I saw this woman heart bleeding, overflowing love. I could hear the echo of her weak voice deafening silence thought the ferocious venues of life. It was if I witnessed an unpleasant alienation of a crying soul genuinely crashing in a life’s corner.

Why me? Why I have to cross her path at this late hour of this harshly yet, cold night in Deer Valley, Utah?

I was hoping she was looking to the opposite side of the valley.

I recollected no one other than me noticing her hurt feelings. Everyone else was sporadically transpiring the adrenaline rush of a Bloody Mary, mingling around the Garden of Fire; the smell of burning coal fusing with the snow-covered mountain.

But what impressed me was that no one could see the fear in her eyes. No one could sense her undeniable sorrow. Nobody had ever seen her again, no one cares. Why have to be me interpreting her pain?

Why me?

Breach of life! –Jade da Rocha

In the greenroom the performer grieve in front of the mirror;

He is curling in fetal position,

He is in excruciating pain, miserable games

    disposable possessions. 

He is screaming in front of the fire, fervent impartial feelings

    profane, shameless ode.

The mind running like a fox tangled in a line cut of unnecessary ado

 to continuously build a fence; iron coated with rust corrosive remains

 of a pity, misunderstood soul searching for guidance.

Get up, look outside the fence.

Indeed, between Earth and Mercury; Venus reflect brilliancy

Brighten the river

Infusion to the perennial fragrant water lily

     Breach of life!

-Jade da Rocha

Memories - Jade da Rocha

Several years ago, when I was just a teenager I lived in Governador Valadares a city of eastern Brazil. During that period my family had a financial crisis and as a consequence to that, I used to walk for about 40 minutes to go to school every single day. One of my favorite spot was “Praça Serra Lima”; One of the most traditional praças (square) in town, with a fountain in the center.  On Sundays after church I used to seat in a bench with my friends and watched the Capoeira group dance and sing with a berimbau (percussion instrument). We had so much fun hanging there for awhile.

 Around the “praça” was this wrought iron structure mixed with terracotta bricks of a 12 floors unfinished building. So, every day throughout several years the people’s town passed by around this giant skeleton. Evidently, an expression of fragility on the profitable business of the hospitality industry of a small town; there might have had other reasons for not having completed the construction of the building.

In middle of the Seventies, with the creation of the trade association the businesses had heated and the city started to grow again and eventually they had started the construction again. It was no small challenge and investment for this audacious project at that period of time.

In 1979, they were willing to change the atmosphere of a small town to a sparkly hotel as in a metropolis, completing the construction of the hotel and named it “GPH Hotel” offering an extensive selection of professional services with an upper class shopping center and a night club that became a sensation back then.  After that was stimulation for investors to invest in the civil construction resulting a boom in the financial scale of the city.

The old, unfinished building marked so many people’s life; ones with hopes of a better life, others enjoying a satiated life; many dreams. The modern construction brought the evolution, the progress, a new beginning for so many residents.

Many years had passed and every time I go to Brazil and visit Governador Valadares, I remember the old times and in those moments, that grotesque structure always returns to my memory.

Angel's -Jade da Rocha

For me who wonder in vain human shadows in far valleys adorned with early lilies

Which makes me wish of eternity, divine; angels running free.

I felt the presence of angels, wild echoes flying, the world as they allies.

The echoes roll in a gate of a radiant aurora of beauty and solemn jubilee.

The angels began to sing glorious melodies for mystic and immortal hours

The wind, whisper in a perpetual peace to my ears. While the angels thus sing and cry

I flung over space with gold wings among sacred places as if was ours.

In my wised of supernatural forces I knew the angels had led my soul to the rich sky

All times and forces tended to that moment, so deep in love am I with thee

So much tenderness, trust, devotion. A marvelous place, eternal home.

And you learn that; for every door one key

For every kingdom a throne

And for good and ill for ever and forever...

For every birth an angel watching over you!

The Train Memory -Jade da Rocha

It was a Friday afternoon on the summer of 1985 in Brazil; I was traveling on the train from the City of Governador Valadares, Minas Gerais to Vitoria, Espirito Santo. I could never think an approximately 7 hours on a train could be so exciting. At first, the sound of the train encased on the railroad tracks felt like a repeated melody to my ears as I was recounting my vision for a happy summer at the monazite sands of the beaches of Guarapari, located on the coast of the state of Espirito Santo where my family waits my arrival.

The smell of the meat grilled with charcoal from the restaurants cabin, convinced myself to have lunch at the restaurant. Suddenly, on my way to the restaurant cabin I hear a woman screaming. I was so curious that I followed the sound of her painful voice. Someone else scream “Is that a doctor in the train?” I could not see what was happening, all I could see was the astonished, surprisingly face of the passengers.

I see a doctor rushing thru the aisles and I follow him as if I was his assistant and finally broke through the crowd and saw this young woman about to deliver a baby. It seemed more like we were part of a dramatic film as the young woman screams more intensively. The doctor remained patient as we could contemplate this magnificent phenomenon of the head of the baby coming out slowly. We could not hold our breaths screaming in a chorus “It’s coming, it’s coming!”  The doctor announced: “It’s a girl, a healthy baby girl.” We all applauded this incredible, marvelous, yet scaring situation at the time.

 I went back to the restaurant cabin to taste the smoke of the charcoal on the meal, after all I was starving. For the rest of the trip we feel to talking about this unusual moment, creating a bond that one could never forgot. The train arrived at 9:00pm sharp. My father was anxiously waiting for me. Inside the car heading to Guarapari, I told him the beautiful experience I had witnessed.  We laugh…  From the “varanda” of our house in Guarapari, I can see the waves breaking on shore. I can touch this moments as if was only yesterday.

Oh, I would love to be back there now. Happy times!

*Varanda – verandah, balcony

-Jade da Rocha

All My Love

 

This one is a tale for you my love
You are out there, somewhere...
transcending like magic

You will come with the wind
as an awakening to our love
I will let the doors of my eyes open
to welcome your fervent heart


Within the days we were inseparable
With time we became as one

Fondly...quietly...eternally
we will get to
a state of mind that without each other
is no sunshine.

And once more proclaiming this love
for ever and ever

this is a tale of you and me my love!!!

-Jade da Rocha

Daybreak by Jade da Rocha

As I gaze at the skies on a chilly early morning of January, 2012 from my backyard, I see the darkness of the daybreak as the clouds spreads rapidly for the warm rays of sunshine dazzling overpower the moment. I have never really looked at the brilliance behind the translucent color of the ethereal firmament in such intensive perception.

Immersed in an elusive contemplation I can hear the calm, bright water of the Atlantic reaching the shores blending with the bird’s silhouette singing sweet melodies; escaping the noise of the bridges that connect the Intracoastal and the Atlantic.

Overlooking the ocean’s waves dancing in slow motion from a hammock hanging among the palm trees, a sudden fresh air of the salty water invade the surrounds entering my nostrils in a smooth and refreshing way. The beauty of this image left me speechless, flouting out into nature.

Whether you’re enjoying a pleasant, calm environment or a less peaceful one; the mysteries life can bring most of the time sudden the conflicts and offers just enough inspiration to escape from the ordinary to an amazing experience.

The phone rings, breaking the silence. I glance at it hopping will stop .Wishing I could go back in time and had my phone turned off. Trapped with the needs of everyday life I go ahead. The moment I touch the screen, the birds singing echoes distant and a new connection begins in a forgotten corner of my window waiting for another inspiring fresh feeling, another day.