Sunday, January 29, 2012

confused loving ballad
     by andré boniatti

i love you somuch
loving not you
that i, loving
i don't want you

neither dream of you
when i think of you
under coldness
on my pillow

and like this, lonely

i love you somuch
loving not you
that i sleep
there into your arms


blue flowers poetry
     by andré boniatti

i don't know what flowers
(that are dying tomorrow)
they put on the sidewalk
     languished.

i don't know what lilies

(that were not lilies!).

i don't know what grin, - that were from parget, 

from ice,

     inviolably
frozen.

i don't know if rotten

that were
     or were broken.

but painned - my brain and my eyes 'bout these flowers,

(i don't know what flowers!),

in plaster,

almost to sleep.




Friday, January 13, 2012

comparison
     by andré boniatti

for me, it's so common the existing differences
that I never value things according to their differences,
but according to their equalities.


     understand:
     by andré boniatti

your neighbor isn’t more than your brother.
that one for whom
you die
   and who you pardon.  understand:
     your life isn’t more than
the day you pass white,
or understanding
   something new,
or loving.
     something on the beach
     or living our lives on the wind
or watching a movie,
your life
isn’t more than the
song

   that anybody won’t know to play.

never.

     understand: as your neighbor, someday, finally,
will (he too) now understand.


Monday, January 9, 2012

don’t bother me please
          by andré boniatti


i wouldn’t judge anybody.
the people are good and bad,
are sad and happy,
but I don’t know ‘bout their reasons.

sometimes i’m bad too.
but between the badness and the goodness
there is always the reality,
and sometimes it is cruel,
and sometimes it’s
sadistic.

i judging a man deaf ‘cause he doesn't have ears
as if i was judging the surface without knowing the depth.
if i had any truth, if i was christian mussulman
atheist,
i would judge some mistake in the other ones,
i would want to save their souls or lose them…

but i haven’t religion or moral,
neither political thoughts,
i like to be alienated and love the other ones as they are,
with the past that they tell and the thoughts that they’re used to live with,

if i admit any pray
it’s that we could give our hands.
‘cause the hands can build or
can ruin,

but if hand in hand we’re hugged
we will always to entwine,

like a daisy chain as could say our common imagination.

judging somebody ‘cause he or she is different of us
it was like we could judge the water bad ‘cause it’s not fire,
the wind as good ‘cause it’s not earth.

but the wind ups the dust,
but the fire's extinguished with the water.

i don’t judge neither a killer.
i don’t know ‘bout his reasons.

i don’t judge neither me.
i don’t know who i am,
what i’ll do tomorrow.

god could judge me,
but god, when he said: "let there be",
he didn’t judge that were bad his creation,
and could i be the one to say that is good or bad what
god created?

i not.
i prefer loving it.

each one is just oneself.
and everybody is a little crazy.
so can you judge as you’re used to,
but ‘bout me:
don’t bother me please!