Celtic
Sprite: "We know that you honor the healing spirit of music and
instruments. ... do you feel more connected to the Celtic root on this
creative aspect of yours?."
Florencia Burton: "I feel my Celtic root specially when I evoke our sacred woodlands ... and the wind that cradles its leaves in hundreds of hues that flicker and whisper stories, dancing and singing. There I find the libraries, the registers, the melodies ..."
Celtic Sprite: "How do you remember the moment when the magic of music catches you and you felt connected to the harp?."
Florencia Burton: "Memories
... very deep memories in the soul ... the precious moment when you
find the portal that opens a whole frequency of codes that surrounds you
when you play the harp!."
Celtic
Sprite: "While you are experiencing the creative leap, you have shown on
the networks that you listen to music. ... The same perception occurs
when you play the harp or the lyre? I mean...do you feel the music as
evocative of colors and landscapes?."
Florencia Burton: "Awe yes! this is why I am also into poetry and writing to describe
those paths of the Soul ... music transmits geometry and colors to me, it could be reflected in
abstracts and emotions ... Not only landscapes and atmospheres ... In a
higher reality, everything emerges from the vibrant creative essence, and
here we perceive that all our senses act as different channel."
SAMPLE POETRY
The Voice of the Great Forest
Go through every corner of your universe,
Go through every corner of your universe,
feed on every drop of experience ...
That there are no places without being felt ...
That there are no places without being felt ...
flood each space with your presence ...
within you.
Within your limits.
And when you feel it, you rise ...
raising the content through your gaze ...
to be seen from the whole ...
Spirit eagle, my Being merges into your form ...
You take me high and show me ...
Spirit eagle, my Being merges into your form ...
You take me high and show me ...
I am the wings, I am the vision ...
... immersed in the reflection of your gaze,
... immersed in the reflection of your gaze,
the entire forest flies with you and sees itself from above.
© Florencia Burton
Autumn melody
The birds are whispering, flying now to their nests
Water streams attenuate their voice
The old trunks are flutes of the wind
Breath of the sky runs through the corners
The sylphs dance the melody of Autumn…
The earth plays her drum
The foliage sighs… its leafs lie down
Rusted blankets will weave the fairies
With orange threads of sunset
Eyelashes close caressing the ground
and happy they fall asleep to the Sun lullaby
that shines from afar with a warm goodbye
The birds are whispering, flying now to their nests
Water streams attenuate their voice
The old trunks are flutes of the wind
Breath of the sky runs through the corners
The sylphs dance the melody of Autumn…
The earth plays her drum
The foliage sighs… its leafs lie down
Rusted blankets will weave the fairies
With orange threads of sunset
Eyelashes close caressing the ground
and happy they fall asleep to the Sun lullaby
that shines from afar with a warm goodbye
© Florencia Burton
Green Blood
Green blood runs through my veins
Threads of Light run through the arms that braid the forest
Ancient arms ... brother arms
Drops of water reflect the sky in their soul
Warm mantle covers the ground, bare roots you will never find
The leafs of the eternal books shelter them, Fall after Fall.
The wind blesses whispering ...
the secrets of the farthest corners to all the trees arrive
Their emerald hair shakes and dances ...
the pink clouds greet, far away the Sun smiles closing its eyelids
They give way to the cosmic fireflies ...
to dance now on the deep dark blue mantle of the Night
Trees ... their hidden faces hide other faces ...
worlds within worlds… mysteries that laugh and play
Green blood runs through my veins
Threads of Light run through the arms that braid the forest
Ancient arms ... brother arms
Drops of water reflect the sky in their soul
Warm mantle covers the ground, bare roots you will never find
The leafs of the eternal books shelter them, Fall after Fall.
The wind blesses whispering ...
the secrets of the farthest corners to all the trees arrive
Their emerald hair shakes and dances ...
the pink clouds greet, far away the Sun smiles closing its eyelids
They give way to the cosmic fireflies ...
to dance now on the deep dark blue mantle of the Night
Trees ... their hidden faces hide other faces ...
worlds within worlds… mysteries that laugh and play
© Florencia Burton
I now share with you this singular video explainded by Florencia Burton in her own words:¨It motivates me to convey a feeling gaze back to nature and remember, recovering the lost link …Return to Nature! there, are all the answers, all keys of the Great Universal Creation, its secrets hidden behind every little thing in each Nature Kingdoms, all collaborating togheter … Recordar (Remember in English) comes from the Latin : re (again ) + cordis ( heart )… To go through the heart . ¨ Enjoy!
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