Opinião, opiniões
Quanta diferença
Quanta discórdia
Difícil saber concordar
Defesa pessoal
Sou mais eu que tenho razão
Tu não podes entender
Como vai ser?
A quem te importa dizer
Tempo, não vale a pena perder.
E quem só sobe,
Nunca irá descer
Pontos de vista
Nunca convergem
Nunca tangem
Imagem:
Confusão temporal
O dito foi concebido
Num ato individual
O bate-boca é normal
Sou mais eu que tudo sei
by Laila Chris
Why is it hard to make up a poem or a piece of writing that has some artistic validity? What is art anyway? Why seeking for art innovation if there’s no singularity in it? Sure. Art is never made by the hands of only one person. And this is what makes me love art. I love it because art is built to be called OURS. It’s a group effort of given ideas, a spectrum of shapes, colors, and different perspectives of human condition. It's a wholesome activity which demands efforts from its contemplators.
Freitag, September 29, 2006
Donnerstag, September 28, 2006
Talvez
Não soube o que dizer
Quando te vi
Preferi
Talvez meditar e relevar
Assegurar-me e exprimir
Palavras certas
Mensagem clara
Ofertar meu tempo
Dividir meu afeto
Não forçar o momento
Definir o conjunto
De fatores que me levam
Até você
Não tendo mais o que falar
Procurei pensar
Em algo mais direto
Sem ser vulgar
Só queria mostrar
As pulsações
O concreto
Demorei demais
Cansei-te
Não estando mais lá
Rezei para voltar
Mais tarde talvez
Talvez
Talvez
by Laila Chris
Mittwoch, September 27, 2006
SUBMARINE
Brilliant atmosphere
Colorful design
Brushes
Strokes
Stabs
Stocks of words
Can’t deny
Can’t refuse
Can’t imagine life without
Submarine of affection
Aggravated by the sum of all feelings
Never said that to a human before
Conflict of “paroles”
Not sure if I am human
Keep it quiet
Look at it twice
The atmosphere isn’t that brilliant anymore
Dead fish are all over the places
No escapes
No ends
No deceives
Cover it up! Cover it all up!!!
Convictions, Old Convictions
Direct invasion
That can’t be said
That couldn’t be told
Similar calculus
Cool intent to recreate natural will
Filtered pills
Steps covered with withered orchids
Standing still
Put things away
They aren’t to concentrate
Ought to infest the atmosphere with colorful portraits
Bring the colored strokes back to me
Stab my skin with your paintbrush
Suck my blood as a flea would do
Sink back that submarine, soldier of ours…
Think that this has been the time
Teach others that we are
Limited, fragile, vulnerable
And promise not to torture me,
I know you won’t arrest me
For sure, you won’t shoot me
You won’t rape me!
by Laila Chris
Colorful design
Brushes
Strokes
Stabs
Stocks of words
Can’t deny
Can’t refuse
Can’t imagine life without
Submarine of affection
Aggravated by the sum of all feelings
Never said that to a human before
Conflict of “paroles”
Not sure if I am human
Keep it quiet
Look at it twice
The atmosphere isn’t that brilliant anymore
Dead fish are all over the places
No escapes
No ends
No deceives
Cover it up! Cover it all up!!!
Convictions, Old Convictions
Direct invasion
That can’t be said
That couldn’t be told
Similar calculus
Cool intent to recreate natural will
Filtered pills
Steps covered with withered orchids
Standing still
Put things away
They aren’t to concentrate
Ought to infest the atmosphere with colorful portraits
Bring the colored strokes back to me
Stab my skin with your paintbrush
Suck my blood as a flea would do
Sink back that submarine, soldier of ours…
Think that this has been the time
Teach others that we are
Limited, fragile, vulnerable
And promise not to torture me,
I know you won’t arrest me
For sure, you won’t shoot me
You won’t rape me!
by Laila Chris
Montag, September 25, 2006
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“If I were a priest, I would not preach about God or sins (...); I would cite the poets, pray their verses, the most beautiful ones, (...) because poetry purifies the soul...and a beautiful poem - even those which are apart from God -, a beautiful poem always takes us to Heaven!”
by Mario Quintana
by Mario Quintana
Sonntag, September 24, 2006
BLASTS of COLORS*
Color me human
Red as in flesh
Red as in blood
Red as in cross
Color me life
Red, yellow, and blue
Orange, green, and purple
white and Black too
Colorful flags
signs, signals, lights
Colorful spirits
free us from fights
Color, shades, opinions
Terror forces religions
to wash out the red in human blood
Tanks, missiles, bombs
Blasts splash colors everywhere
legs, eyes, human hair
London colors -
Hope ya'll still there
by Laila Chris
*About July/2005 terrorist attack in London
Red as in flesh
Red as in blood
Red as in cross
Color me life
Red, yellow, and blue
Orange, green, and purple
white and Black too
Colorful flags
signs, signals, lights
Colorful spirits
free us from fights
Color, shades, opinions
Terror forces religions
to wash out the red in human blood
Tanks, missiles, bombs
Blasts splash colors everywhere
legs, eyes, human hair
London colors -
Hope ya'll still there
by Laila Chris
*About July/2005 terrorist attack in London
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