8 a.m.
The sensation of white involves me
The armory of the leaves falling
On the orange ground of the courtyard
Feelings of comfort and peace
Bring me to other worlds
And standing there I feel a free sensation
That the nature whispers in my mind
I find difficult to understand
Why is so difficult a life of a woman?
Or a man? When nature reveals itself so modest
Accepting and adapting each peace without a contest
In a second a bird flies to another branch of the tree
And as I saw him, he saw me
He looked at me right in the eyes
Like he was trying to say
To live a calm life
But then he flies, and disappears in the skies
Then I look around me
And I admired the beauty I see
The old blue pinnacles
Supporting the balcony
The morning is starting to end
In a struggling, in a war, I mean –
And then the ringing is released
The people appear - so cool and thin
The teenagers have invade the yard
The nature lost his home during a serie of quarters
The noisy sound makes the bird go away
And only the trees stay
Hibernating until another ringing
Fighting and struggling
Until the end of the brakes
And then – Nature awakes
I go away
But keeping in my mind the images, I think
Oh! What a stressed way
People live today
Wouldn’t it be good to calm down to the point of nature?
Even if it was only for one day
It would be certainly,
The best day in my teenage life
Not having to battle to win the daily strife
Tea cups, coffee and cookies
In the table near the fireplace
Grandma sitting in her rocking share
I dare! Yes I dare
To peak a glass of milk
And some cookies in a bowl
My grandpa is at the balcony
Drinking his red tea
Hot! To keep him warm
Always saying “here comes a storm”
My cat is playing with the yellow ball
The one he stall from me
It was in the toys box in the balcony
The comfort of this house can’t be compared
To any other thing a person can feel
The snow falls, outside
The passion you can put in a meal
To hear my grandma calls
“Launch is ready”,
Or “go wash your hands my dear,
Diseases I fear!”
My grandpa sitting on his sit
Ready to meet
The meal of the day
And it starts with my grandma bringing the dish
And trough the glasses and the wine
The potatoes, the tomatoes –
I get to the dish and serve my self
I would try the salad, the potatoes and something else
Well! Let’s start to eat this enormous sort of things
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Outside the cricket sings
In the perfect and uncoordinated ways of nature
I sit at the swing
Swinging, thinking… imagining
My grandma prang me a cup of tea
Even thou I prefer coffee
But I can’t drink it
It would stress me
Oh no! I want the peace
That’s the perfect way of life to me
Imagine a place where you are totally free
That’s where I am
That’s where I’ll always be
Oh my! That balcony
I couldn’t love it more
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In the winter I stay inside
Near fireplace
Playing with my cat, or
Playing piano at the old loft
Fill with old pieces –
Amazing things –
In spring
Oh those dreamy prefect springs
What a lot of memories each one of them brings
The colors, the light
The morning of the nature
This makes me so delight
The birds that fly around
The birds that fly around
Along with the butterflies
The horses hanging around peacefully in the hills
That fills my heart with feelings
Of great happiness and relief
The summer brings the sun high
Like he has never been before
It high the pressure of each of my blood vessel
And makes me feel like I’m in the fore
Of a big ship
Roaming no where
The autumn is the orange time of the year
It fills with greatness my soul
Oh! The palm trees in the south hill
They make me feel so in love with it
They bring me to other worlds –
And the north hill filled with white folds
Like clouds in the yellow skies of that hill
Red and orange and an infinitude of colors
Everywhere
De: joão Marques
Data: 15/10/2008
quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008
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