i reserve t'you this blank.
even it has no
name,
it's
yours,
- i reserve it t'you since my latter days.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
into our heart
there is a song, but it's still far away from our tongue...
this is still buried into our heart!
this is still buried into our heart!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
blue flowers poetry
by andré boniatti
i don't know what flowers
(which 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 hurted - my brain and my eyes 'bout these flowers,
(i don't know what flowers!),
in plaster,
almost to sleep.
by andré boniatti
i don't know what flowers
(which 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 hurted - my brain and my eyes 'bout these flowers,
(i don't know what flowers!),
in plaster,
almost to sleep.
Friday, January 13, 2012
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.
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 have no religion or moral,
neither political thoughts,
i like to be alienated and love the other ones as they are,
with the past they tell me and the thoughts they’re used to live with,
if i admit any pray
it’s 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 would be like we could judge the water bad ‘cause it’s not fire,
the wind good ‘cause it’s not earth.
but the wind ups the dust,
but the fire's extinguished by the water.
i don’t judge neither a killer.
i don’t know ‘bout his reasons.
i don’t judge either 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 you can judge as you’re used to,
but ‘bout me:
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 have no religion or moral,
neither political thoughts,
i like to be alienated and love the other ones as they are,
with the past they tell me and the thoughts they’re used to live with,
if i admit any pray
it’s 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 would be like we could judge the water bad ‘cause it’s not fire,
the wind good ‘cause it’s not earth.
but the wind ups the dust,
but the fire's extinguished by the water.
i don’t judge neither a killer.
i don’t know ‘bout his reasons.
i don’t judge either 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 you can judge as you’re used to,
but ‘bout me:
don’t bother me please!
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