First Truth
Before my dream weaves
Mythologies and cosmogonies,
Before time becomes day,
I want to see again my ever sea.
The sea that was always already there and it is pure harmony.
Being perverse and simulated, which gnaws pillars
From the earth and the soul, it is a sea and it is many seas.
When I gaze at the sea it is as if I saw it for the first time
Always. As the daze of the painful things
Leave signs coined in the soul. Like the fire of a campfire.
Now, who is the sea and who am I?
I’ll know it on the day that my agony will follow!
Second Truth
Oh soul, that approaches my soul,
Relax. Awaken me from the midst dream!
Hold me and gird us for a sweet entanglement.
Come, because the cold night has fallen. Like two lilies
That holds and entwines a wicker, I want to attach myself to you.
Thus, from this existence that overwhelms me
Without true love from someone, I want to detach myself,
Because in it I find the good I no longer believe.
Come, candid soul, let us ascend side by side to the bosom
Of the Infinite Savior of God, serene and sublime love.
São Paulo, July2013.
Third Truth
Eyelashes are burning. On the chest, contained tears,
No fear, because I feel him and I feel therewill be a storm
For one more tonight. Quickly come, there is something not to be remembered.
The air is so stuffy and I'm dead without having lived.
Uplifting me, from the cot to the daylight dawn,
I'll look around absorbed and sleepy ...
So, I’ll restart chanting one more brave song.
São Paulo, July 2013.
Fourth Truth
My world was entangled by the dream
And only one truth lived inside me:
I expected man of God, beloved and companion lover.
But the true mirror pointed me to untruths
That beach showed me the exit:
As for just two weeks, feeling unloved by me
By giving rest to the timbres and broken corn,
High desires to hear the word.
And pray at the feet of God, would devotion exhaust?
The mirror always partly shows things
In a frigid and indifferent element.
And they are very false and doubly falsary
My not alerted feelings have clouded the ordinary sense.
Andstrange reality left me in shock.
Therefore, reading and rereading the wise sense, true and sundry
In the illusory and fanciful phrases, I found the nexus.
Aiming to know the unknown world, not the truth,
I discovered that knowledge and love didn’t go together!
Praia Bela, August 2013.
Fifth Truth
Forgotten, sleeping and looking at infinity
Through an elusive brickwork window,
I saw falling from the sky a dancing white lace.
Surprised I saw daddy, mother alive, wistful aunt mother
and many other loved ones dancing upon the earth
that one day will warm me.
They had festive countenances,
They smiled, chanted and drove me glances of peace and love.
My eyelids were heavy and my staring heartpounded
expressing itself through a milled cry of mine!
And my hoarse voice I heard ...
In this double trance, the phone rang bringing me to reality.
To reality? My God ! ... Incredulous I received the expected news,
butnot elaborated: the unknown man had departed.
(person never touched by my hands,
neitherby my professional stare
nor heard the blues sounds of my voice)
Pessoa, whose sturdy heart led me to pray for her,
That’s why she came to me through sibling messengers.
She held on that white lace falling from the skies
And my eternal loves she met.
On the chest, strong unshed tears!
But I know that when they are free He will wipe away!
By my side Jesus Christ will arise - holding me
Once again, this day. Immense storm will pass ...!
Praia Bela, August 2013.
Sixth Truth
At the edge of the sea, green blue gray, foam and grumble
On the hot and wet sand my thoughts.
Certainly, daily and from far Ilook at the sea obliviously.
All this reflects my appearance of some fear.
The blue sky, river flowing into the sea and covered green space,
For endless joys, burdens awaken in which I exist.
Nothing and everything is real, because everything is like graft feeling.
And only I exist in that all and nothing is said.
Does it make sense? There is heartfelt and awaken feeling:
That I do not see the ungiven treats on the Brazilian North and Northeast.
The certainty of my felt idea, now closer and closer,
Pushes me to the thought attitude captured in a dream the sparse part.
Since 1988 I dreamed of giving, online,
My thoughts, though controversy to the readers
And to friends, knowledge coming from my meager universe.
But this lump that seemed distant did not see my verse.
I'm preparing a farewell to my everyday friends.
To me and to all Brazilians, beyond the net, I need to blossom,
Now, there istime left. Spring will always be to the one who believes!
São Paulo, September 2013.
Seventh Truth
Sometimes death I bring in me.
But no, I confess, it’s not mine.
It’s like thin rain,
That grinds the heart. Alas!
Oh, I know when and how it enters. I feel it!
Soon, it settles seeking for shelter.
I abandon myself weary to the storm
For the experienced deaths, then, Iscream!
My God, if only it were a dream!
But it is not! It's my strange reality
That I disregarded. Now it grabs
Taking me unexpectedly! Then, I die!
Part dead! The day came: I said: it’s enough!
Love, while it’s possible. I won’t have sore being
For naive belief in the other. Walking with you
No more! Oh, you wanted to delude me astutely!
I will not have this fate anymore! I chose once and for all
not to be gullible to your simulated load.
I will not give the tidal flow to your feign death.
Here now I deplete you! I ask you, dismount at once!
São Paulo, October 2013.