A scrawl before bedtime

A perfect part of silence
That we're trying to find
Together
As we ride
Sorting from the mudle
A silence
Deep
Unshakeable

What noise to take us there?

Which noise to choose amongst
All the others
To make us whole, happy, complete
Unbreakable
Unfathomable
Yet understood
Shared
A mystery to spend
Unquenchably
For all
With all
Yet complete without

Which noise to follow?

That break to fix
To mend all the others
Oh, that would be so easy!
That would be so great!
What ease in mystery so easily solved?
Play time for us all
That matters so much
The worthy path playfully trod
The cure, the methid
To lift these clouds
So we may be free of all methods
And blend into this
silence
Around us
Within us

Are we really trying to find it?
Or just kidding
Seeking an easy way
For the hardest answer
That is no answer
Just a path
A way
A silence we so well to
hide from ourselves
Only our selves
Between ourselves
And the others we wish to share
So silently
The journey
In silence
To silence
The end within us all

And we're getting there aren't we?
Aren't we?
Tell me we're getting there
Somewhere
From here
This silence
We noisily protect
To never find

Cannot be found!
Only relaxed in
Lived in
Silence
Indecipherable
The only home we'll ever know
Through truth

So we shake
We crumble
To rebuild this holy temple
For ourselves
For others
The intrinisc good
Or joy
Or truth
In all the flimsy shacks
That litter us around
Within us
Within others
A mountains reach
But no summit to reach
A rocky road we've found
But not found

...but with you
this lost will be
for a few moments
that much easier

The Forest is our sweet dream/ for Friday 27 of July

7 years ago a group of masters made our dream comes true, for them and from them this play came into existence...
how much I love this place...
this place is my sweet dream...
is real


Scene 1


5 years ago, three stones became builders, they built their dream in a place between the wonderful moon and the magical sun; they say, our hearts are broken we do need art, real art to heal our polluted souls, working and working after working very hard in spiritual level, the building becomes the magical touch, the Alternative medicine and the Tent that protect us from Babylon: the climate change.

From the top of the mountain three stones rolled to the ground. They fall in a beautiful garden between the ego and the soul, in front of the destiny Mirror they fall.

The Mirror: Money, money, they dance with the money. Money makes you sell your brother, your sister, and your soul. The Alternative dream needs no money.

123: Do you think this is the right place for our Forest?
789: (looking at the sky)

Look at the sky!! Look at the moon!
Isn't it wonderful?

123: (looking at the sky, repeating what 789just said) look at the sky! Look at the moon, isn't it wonderful, but dear789, what your eyes are seeing is not the moon, is the magical sun…

789: Magical sun, no my dear friend stones two, what my eyes are seeing is the wonderful moon.

123: You say that is the moon and I say that is the sun, let’s find 456and ask him.

789+123: (Shouting together) 456where are you?
456appeared with something in his hand.

456: Look what I found!!
The right place, our place will be between the moon and the sun.

The three of them together
123456789: Let’s start building.
We are building the dream, our dream.

They put the head corner stone and they start building.


They move in a circle, they shake holding each other hands after moving three circles finally they stopped in form of a triangle ,they smile they greet and they leave the place.

WEE AND QUIKLY MADE UP POEM ABOUT CLOUDS

Nubes, podeis venir
Nubes libres sobre el cielo gris
Sois fuente de cambio
de lluvia de riqueza
de tormenta
de tranquilidad
de presagio
Nubes que en la infancia me trajeron ansias de querer volar
Junto a un alma gemela ponerme a comtemplar
lindas formas de dragones, de elefantes, de graciosos perros perdidos en el mar
Nubes que rapido llegan
Nubes que rapido se van
Nubes que llegan para quedar
Un cielo sin nubes
Un dia claro junto al mar
Nubes de golosina
Nubes de cartulina

Red clouds of anxiety repressed
I don't know how to take you away
I don't know if you are here to stay
But I know you are not going to make me down
I will face to you with all my energy
White clouds of creativity
moving up
moving down
sometimes you show me a mountain
sometimes you show me a clown
crazy clouds running above human's soul
please don't let them down

Natalia

Friday 22nd June: Ras Babi Presents: CLOUDS

poster by NaNa photo By NaNa

clouds

come...
lay here...
open your heart...
unity is what I want...
does it hurt you when it rain?
stop acting, free your soul for once?
c.l.o.u.d.s

I am stuck to my depth....
clouds is what I have done...
Am I loud enough?
Am I equal to you?
Am I in the struggle like you?
yes or no...
clouds
I will sing my song...
you can take my drum...
not my lyrics
not my lyrics
take my time
my design
and leave me
clouds...
clouds...
clouds...
do not you...

after humanity come clouds/ friday 22 of june

what a performance we had. I am proud and happy because of you all...
we will stay with humanity cos' more beautiful things will come...
I will try to work on concrete jungle for the fringe.....
so for June and July we will be working on the same thing, kind of trying to improve it.our next night of performance will be Friday 22 of June, same play with clouds.
respect to you.

no music, sorry

due to a data entry error the Music Group, in the Cave, Thursday 31st May, was canceled.

I appologise for and inconvinience caused. The data has been ammended for June.

REMEMBER: WE START AT 8 AND WE ARE SERIOUS. (in a funny kind of way)