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  • This is a poem of hurting and healing that I wrote some years ago. The original in Portuguese is at the bottom of the page.
    Some descriptions are factual, but these are subjects of many other untold stories. For now, this is a perception of cyclic events repeated in major or minor scale through life.


    Peopling misery
    and transmuting loneliness into matter -
    was not noble, the purpose
    for inhabiting this inhospitable place?

    Among burrows, webs and trails,
    against the Light, the Law and the stars
    we’ve crossed Life and Fate
    and instigated them to the folly

    And in the end, what was the point
    down here
    for us to set our own storms?

    The storms of Heaven
    washed the impure air,
    and now comes the wind
    through the rooms formerly darkened
    and crumble our castles

    So why reason and emotion fight,
    and tearfully dispute
    who will bring the most beautiful smile?

    Why body and the soul rub,
    between scheming and screaming strife,
    for, in the end, recommence their tie?



    Povoar a miséria
    e transmutar a solidão em matéria –
    não foi nobre, o propósito
    de habitar esse lugar inóspito?

    Entre tocas, teias e rastros,
    contra a Luz, a Lei e os astros
    nós cruzamos Vida e Destino,
    e os instigamos ao desatino

    E no fim, de que adiantou,
    aqui embaixo,
    armarmos nossas próprias tormentas?

    As tempestades do céu
    lavaram o ar impuro,
    e agora o vento entra
    pelos cômodos, antes escuros,
    e desfazem nossos castelos

    Então por que razão e emoção lutam,
    e entre lágrimas disputam
    quem fará o sorriso mais belo?

    Por que corpo e a alma se atritam,
    entre tramóias e contendas gritam,
    para, no fim, reatarem seu elo?

    (Photo: São Miguel das Missões, by Flavia Mariani at
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