30 de abr. de 2011
Belfast Confetti
Suddenly as the riot squad moved in, it was raining exclamation marks,
Nuts, bolts, nails, car keys. A fount of broken type.
And the explosion
Itself – an asterisk on the map. This hyphenated line, a burst of rapid fire …
I was trying to complete a sentence in my head, but it kept stuttering,
All the alleyways and side-streets blocked with stops and colons.
I know this labyrinth so well – Balaclava, Raglan, Inkerman, Odessa Street –
Why can’t I escape? Every move is punctuated.
Crimea Street. Dead end again.
A Saracen, Kremlin-2 mesh. Makrolon face-shields.
Walkie-talkies. What is
My name? Where am I coming from? Where am I
going? A fusillade of question-marks.
Noite Banal
29 de abr. de 2011
Smile
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
Nat King Cole
Composição : Charles Chaplin/ John Turner / Geoffrey Parsons
23 de abr. de 2011
Illudo
Latino, in mais ludo,
Brinco, menciono, escapo,
Posso ser tudo,
só não tenho papo de sapo.
Lúdico, aludo, menção a ilusão,
Impressão totalmente enganosa,
Confusão de sentidos, distorção,
Enxergar o verniz, forma danosa.
Sou homem, sou visual,
Não tenho um bom visual,
Atrai-me o visual,
Contudo a beleza do real.
Cego, sou auditivo,
Não o tom engodativo,
Atrai-me o comunicativo,
Entretanto o texto efetivo.
Surdo, sinto o cheiro,
De armação, emoção, verdade,
Água pura, gosto certeiro,
Adocicado, melado, saudade...
Nem sabes de quê.
Faltou o tato.
Acha que sabe porquê.
Mas não se toca de longe, ato!
A casca quebrar,
Então vejo,
Esperar realizar,
Esse desejo,
De ter tudo?
Não, não me iludo.
22 de abr. de 2011
Sabor de infância
O Quê?
21 de abr. de 2011
Colagem
20 de abr. de 2011
Camaleão
Uma mensagem delicada (E copiada)
When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils.
But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man
because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come
over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.
Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.
From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects his heart
and his lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you.
I modeled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully.
Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile.
You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart.
His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of
life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow
damage to the heart.
Support the man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken
from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be
above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be
held close to his side.
You are My perfect angel. You are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.
Your eyes - don't change them. Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle in touch. I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep;
I've held your heart close to mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like Me. Adam walked
with Me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see
Me or touch Me. He could only feel Me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me,
I fashioned in you:
My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection and
support. You are special because you are the extension of Me.
Man represents My image, woman My emotions.
Together you represent the totality of God.
So man - treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for
she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you
do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart,
the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.
Woman, support man. In humility,
show him the power of emotion I have given you.
In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him
that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
Cadeia alimentar
Um fato que é básico,
Mas às vezes não observado,
Como em um poema não rimado,
É que TODOS querem ser ouvidos,
TODOS querem falar,
TODOS querem viver,
TODOS querem comer.
Se algo se desajusta, a natureza equilibra,
Infelizmente nem sempre como queremos,
Pois percebemos que não podemos,
TUDO.
Mas TUDO que é vivo fala e come.
Torcemos então,
Para não entrar na frente,
De alguém com seus direitos vedados,
Pois esse alguém fala, quer viver e vai comer.
Políticas públicas devem visar o coletivo,
Não a maioria, mas a totalidade,
Agradar gregos e troianos,
É... É difícil mesmo, não é NADA fácil.
Resiliência, paciência e sabedoria.
Ouvir o dobro e falar o necessário.
Se TODOS quiserem TUDO,
NINGUÉM tem NADA.
Leonardo Perovano
Só gostar não basta
19 de abr. de 2011
Amor Incondicional
Third
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