Poetry

By João Calazans Filho

A little about lives, traced in letters and thoughts that were a little loose in the wind, which were carefully collected and put in verses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jan 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781071584316

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Poetry

2ª edição

Bahia

2021

Dedicatory

To those in love with LIFE, who take from it the nectar of living, LOVE.

Author's notes

We live in troubled times, full of abysses, and occasional disagreements that change life without the proper perception of those who have changed. At that very moment, POETRY appears as a tool to transform hatred into desire and war into peace.

The human need time to rethink his actions despite his own life, the human needs to take a break from the great conquests to achieve the best among all of them, to live. We live in troubled times, full of abysses, and occasional disagreements that change life without the proper perception of those who have changed. At that very moment, POETRY appears as a tool to transform hatred into pleasure.

We live in troubled times, full of abysses, and occasional disagreements that change life without the proper perception of those who have changed. At that very moment, POETRY appears as a tool to transform hatred into desire and conflicts into peace.

The human need time to rethink his actions despite his own life, the human needs to take a break from the great conquests to achieve the best among all of them, to live.

O humano precisa de um tempo para repensar

A certain painting

My painting

It isn’t dark

It is part of me

Contained in other parts of other beings.

My painting

Speaks by itself

Leaves tenderness in the wind

Embracing loneliness without mercy.

My painting is from God

It's not your project or mine

It is the portrait of many selves

Maybe it looks like something that is just mine.

My painting

Reflects dryness

Blooming pain

Shaking love.

My painting is the very mixture of beings

It is the contained desire of unknown loves

The rapture of living feelings

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes present, sometimes absent, sometimes known and sometimes unknown.

My painting is not mine

If it were only mine it would be harmful

As is everyone

Being part or all of someone who emerges from the mud.

My painting is easy

Sometimes difficult

But it will always be part of a message

That in it will portray yours, mine and our image.

This is not love

Sometimes the heart squeezes,

Solitude awakens

A lump in the throat devours

The feeling that terrify

This is not Love.

It seems like pain that the lack makes

Almost always looking back

Breath cut

Looking at the void with clasped hands

This is not Love

Cry for losing

What we imagine having

Bleary tears and sobs

Motivating the search on all sides.

This is not Love.

Feeling of losing

Desire to have

The weight of the no

Destroys the heart

This is not Love.

Wander looking for something

Which is not physical but abstract

You walk paths in bitterness

In search of a possible portrait.

This is not Love.

Ouch and oops

Pain and fear

Nothing seduces

Someone in torpor

This is not Love.

––––––––

A face without a smile

Marked by tears and suffering

Maybe in search of a paradise

May my torment ease

This is not Love.

Feeling of happiness when desired says yes

Even enslaved without respect and without pity

We live the moment of not being alone

Even if for a second not to feel worse

This is not Love.

The weight of the soul's darkness

Stuck in a unique and calm world

The mind focused on a story

That torments memory in moments

This is not Love.

A look

When we look at someone

We want to see something similar to us

So let's search to find the beauty we want

We are talking about beautiful

But really: What is the similarity between spirit and soul?

Physical beauty is dangerous

Because there is a camouflage that must change the abyss, the traps and the precipice.

Beauty is a thing from GOD

Found in men

As a gift or a weapon.

Weapon of seduction, enchantments, desires and passion

When you look at someone, you