If I write that
“a tree fell in a forest
but there was no one there to hear it
therefore it did not make any sound”
but there is no one to read me
Poems, stories, incomplete thoughts and some other terrible lies... (written by a brazilian poet)
If I write that
“a tree fell in a forest
but there was no one there to hear it
therefore it did not make any sound”
but there is no one to read me
The rain is the cloud’s applause
The waves, licks from the ocean
The earthquake caresses the ground
The shouting of Bravo! comes from the thunders
I didn’t give you anything
My life was empty
What I showed to you was
Nothing more than fantasy
What I have is not art
It’s not even gold
It’s just not a part
Infests the environments
Infects the minds
Invades the tides
They pave the way
For my purulent spirit
The living ones
They are something I will no longer be
It is good: with their distance
- The day turned off the owls
- A part of me traveled with the seagull
- I hung a painting on the sky
- I bathe in a future desert
- I listen to a shell:
The ocean is there with everything it has
I keep on listening till I drown my eyes
- The night discolored the roofs
When I think about traveling around the world,
The laziness invades me