HumanityRelief from despondencyFreedom in realizingMy self worse is to be raisedNot to be ashamedAnd living out of courage and braveryStill I cry and got stillTaken aback by a world whereNobody seems connected anymore Bear no relation toHumanityStill I grip tighter to a sense of respectToward the simpler and toward the real onesStill I believe we will reattachEventuallyIf I tell you now a tiny secret of mineIf I tell there is fret and frailtyWill you be noxiousOr will you get this makes me cohesiveVulnerably just out there to be seenBut brave and pensively in touch withSomethingThat those not chiseled or contused enoughWon't ever seeI once was wont to fantasizingBut now this inner meHypostatizedIs bolder and I acknowledgeAnd I feel my self in unity Existe um texto que retrate a sua subjetividade? Esta muito longe ainda, mas gosto da escolha lexical feita e das imagens construidas.Time of release Oftentimes nature summons me to reconnectTo flow with the wind all the way down the hillAnd in times Im that lostAnd the gale sways me through the twigsTo whom I try to get aholdAs I fall short of my desiresAnd sit beside myselfOffshoots of the past flash me bySince I let them slip And these days I cantI fail to seeThat things which are solid are deadPrecariously I dive into the insideTo rooted survey some belongingBelieving full immersion will ultimatelyUnearth my spirit Uncloaked and unveiled to meYet nature is not separate from meShe is mine alike with my bodyAnd in moments of true lifeI feel my identity with her I breathe, pulsate, feel, think, will Through her membersAnd know of no duality of beingAnd innermost I know this is time to releaseThis is time to know of meTo take cognizance of the word, here withinTo get to knowMy self is flawlessly shapedIndivisiblyOftentimes nature summons me to reconnectTo flow with the wind all the way down the hill Eis que escrevi um texto, mas estou estranhando a cria. Quando era um estudante de Jornalismo na FCS/UERJ, ouvi de um amigo/entrevistando/ex-seminarista/roqueiro filosofo que a banda dele nao tinha filhos feios. Entao, decidi postar aqui o pobre poema. Bem cliche, no meio do caminho, praticamente uma colagem de palavras, mas que representa a minha preocupacao com o drama humano, por assim vos dizer. A proxima postagem sera seria, sobre traducao, aguardem.BackfiringFeel the painrejection put on youNobody can and nobodywouldCos it rained on theearly daysAnd sometimes it allcomes back againBackfiringBackfiringFloodingOverflowingOut of my hands rightnowIt is washing me upAnd I try to diveIm on the thin edgeWhile precariously Itry to diveHave I fallen short ofthis?This thing they calllife?BackfiringFloodingOverflowingOut of my hands rightnowSuffices to saysometimes I only need some lovinThoughthere are timesWhen I fail to see The gleaming lightwhich is all around meAnd imperfectI scream and shout outfor helpAnd suffices to sayMaybe Ill always be found guiltyGuilty for loving toomuchGuilty for being a bittoo muchGuilty for having thisflesh so exposedBackfiringFloodingOverflowingOut of my hands rightnow VerdeUma esperanca veio parar na minha mao verdinhaSoprei com meus labios apertadosEla ainda se segurou uma vezPedi a felicidade plenaEla voouAchei que era poesiaElas vem aparecendo aqui em