Sunday, December 29, 2013

Maior

Pequenezas
Egoísmos
Mesquinharias
Trocas interesseiras
Conversas superficiais 
Elogios insinceros
Falsas concordâncias 
Buscando vantagens futuras 

Sorrisos amarelos
Acolhimento enganoso
Solidariedade ilusória
Solidão acompanhada
Comunidade canibal

Egos inflados a Hélio
Flutuam
Mãos dadas
Alfinetes escondidos às costas
Permanentemente atentos
Aguardando sempre
O momento de espetar

Atravessar 
Entre rosas e espinhos
Entre o joio e o trigo
Entre pérolas e porcos

Escapar do veneno
Do vidro moído
Da punhalada nas costas
Perseverar

Buscar a beleza
No lixo das ninharias
Manter o que é puro
Continuar

Caminhar sempre
E não esquecer
Jamais esquecer
Que o mundo é maior. 






Monday, December 16, 2013

Chocolate

A little girl silently reaches for a cristal bowl full of chocolate. Anticipating its texture and taste, she had tiptoed quietly through the furniture and there she was. She had to stand on her toes and stretch her body upwards. Her little hands made two attempts. The first just brushed the candy lightly. 

On the second, she managed to grab the edge of the bowl which turned slowly, falling from the table. The noise, chocolate and glass scattered all over the floor. The heads turning on her direction, the momentaneous deep silence, the reproaching severe looks, the embarrassment; the thin, yet persistent, stream of blood running on her foot, the loud cry that followed. 

As a grown up she would remember that failure every time she had to try something new. No matter how sweet the conquest might seem, there was always the fear of getting hurt, getting cut, but there was mostly the fear of how she'd be looked at.