Sunday, August 31, 2014

poem to my death



oh, yes, did you come?
what good you’re not late
let me touch your clothes
the mine, let I give you them

wear me with your mantle now
hold me for all my life
this world within or out
makes me hurts and cries

this conscientious I have
i do so many bizarre things
makes the pain pains in the head
and we die as we’re living

so, come, darkness
once for all blind my eyes
my soul is a tempestive mess
that blows for my dying

come, darkness
put my face on the ground
take me to the destiny’s rest
that for all is here around

you seeing my laughter



you seeing my laughter
don’t see
in the shade of my eyes
the thorns

paining

don’t see
when i touch the dark
and the cold soaks
my soul

you seeing my bright
don’t see
my insanity inside
my emptiness

you just see my laughter and delight
my light and some surprise

but what is worse
the falling down of afterglows
the ruminating on the heart
the biting me on my bones, at night, when inside I don’t sleep

the silence i show me to you with
you don’t see

you see my laughter and my smile and just
and ‘cause it you cannot judge me!


andré boniatti

Monday, August 4, 2014

Future citizen's poem


(Free translation of the poem "Poema do futuro cidadão", by José Craveirinha)

I came from anywhere
from a Nation that’s still not alive.
I came and I’m here!

I wasn’t born just me
nor you nor other…
but brother.
But
I have mountains of love to give.
Love from what I am
and nothing more.

And
I have in the heart
screams that are not just mine
‘cause I come from a Country that’s still not alive.

Oh! I have my Love to everybody to give
from what I am.
I!
Any man
citizen from a Nation that’s still not alive.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

After I’ve lost the fear



After I’ve lost the fear of others: of what others think; what others say; to make different; wanting different; dreaming farther away dreams; going beyond the usual; loving with love, not with shame...

When I learned that being human implies to exist, and not only accompany parents as a child; and the church until the chrism; and society, as it’s taught; and the textbook, without questioning; and the TV’s Journal, believing that there is any truth in it...

When I realized that nothing else matters, but worth what the heart tells; worth what nature says; worth what I am, and not what is expected from me; I have nothing to do with hell...

After that I became myself, just then I was born in truth, I’ve become someone, someone living - and not an undead stupidly walking the streets with an imbecile car, with the dream of the other one, with visor and the put bridle to always look blind and be forever a resentful man...

Inscribe on my tomb:

HERE LIES A CRAZY MAN, THAT — ‘CAUSE HE’S CRAZY — NEVER GONNA DIE: ‘CAUSE HIS SOUL IS CONDEMNED TO FOREVER THRILL, mad, FLY AWAY AND AROUND! INFINITELY CONDEMNED TO BE HAPPY!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

no, no present continuous, there isn’t.
neither the past, and the future, yesterday, no tomorrow.
there isn’t either the time
divisible.

no, it’s just the simple present, absolutely.
simple present beyond everything,
from the universe
to god!

or maybe neither 'this' instant.
maybe not just anything.

for us, just we have to shake hands
and walk crazily thrown with the life! life!