He doesn’t care about the wind or the rain.

And the thunderstorm comes in the distance. There is time.

Open sails, with you the boat advances.

Look up the loose ends!

Hone your patience and strengthen your essence.

Calmness. You do not need to run over time.

Strong is the mast who is the pillar.

He holds the rocks and overcomes storms.

Marriage sealed with tiredness,

remembers fulfill the vows: Proceed!

When the sails ripping,

the mast breaks, and despair rises in the air,

the boat of life changes the direction

and clean the prow and adorns the bride.

Resigned yourself. Believes.

You will have new navigable seas.

A Poetry piece written by Cristina Maya Caetano

Dream with the color of their faces,

contoured bodies wrapped in sheets,

among by flowers and animals in disguise.

They say that nobody sees them. But everyone wants them.

Meeting them in the purity of a child.

In the image of a drawing.

On the bright glint between the sheets in the evening twilight.

in a stain forest, disguised as a refuge city.

They say they are happy.

I decide to risk a request, in the fragile air transmitted:

– Teach me to be human godmother fairy.

Give me the magic of your powder. I know it works miracles.

To improve the world and in joy walking.

At that time, like a veil falling on the earth,

you will leave to be transparent in the expanded world

in the discovery of all the fairies.

I believe … It is another my request.

A poetry written by Cristina Maya Caetano

Smells of salt air, and my feet felt hot sand.

Sounds of the breaking waves whisper in my ear.

Delights the voice. Bewitches me with gossip news.

You think I listen ….

Water! Saltwater, in my blood become.

My gray hair is covered with seaweeds,

and I’m wearing a long dress made of shells.

I startle me.

The waves celebrate noisily.

The fishes guiding me by inside the water.

And the mermaids recognize me in this body

White salt with smell of the sea.

TITLE  – BODY OF SALT. BODY OF SEA.
( CORPO DE SAL. CORPO DE MAR)
Oil on Canvas

Poetry and Artwork by Cristina Maya Caetano

You have eons of years.

In you live invisible beings.

I know you enchant the life.

Who are you?

You rejoice with nature,

you order bluish tones for the oceans,

you awaken angelic magic.

​​Who are you?

​Go! Reveal yourself.

​​Silence ...

Until the live screen whisper to me:

- I am yellow, hot, bright.

I live in the solar system.

I am the sun. If you want know me,

I also live in you.

When you have time for the joy,

want the peace as an existential blowing.

If you want my references,

asks the white dove with engraved smile.

She knows me well ...

A Poetry written by Cristina Maya Caetano

A poetry written by Cristina Maya Caetano.