Monday, December 29, 2014

The story of a fish

Once upon a time there was a fish who wished to live out of the sea. It admired the birds flying in the skies and dreamt. "One should accept what is possible" said the other fish. Still, it dreamt, with its big fish eyes. It spent the days observing the interesting forms of those other creatures to whom it had been offered the greatest prize, the skies.

One day, the sun was shining on the water, in thousands of little silver pieces and the fish, almost on the surface, longing for what it did not have, saw one of the creatures cross its limits, diving in high speed and returning fast into the blue sky. "Oh! how unfair!" Why could that creature have so much? Why would I have so little? No, it would no longer conform with that, it would no more accept such limitations. 

It thought the whole night, with its fish brain and, in the new morning, it swam to the pier. It used all its strength and leaped. For one second, it contemplated the sky without the distortion of its aqueous environment. "Truly beautiful!" And it struggled, gasped, suffocated, in that excess of air. Powerless, the fish understood  that what it wanted the most was going to be its undoing. It resigned to waiting. "Just a little more!"

Practically exhausted, it felt its body being thrown into the air. By the hands of an enormous, never seen before, creature, it flew back to the ocean. When criticized, it would say: "At least I flew!" It never swam to the pier again. Deep inside, it conformed, it seemed quieter. The other fish were relieved. The fish, however, eternal dreamer, would still swim close to the surface, still admiring the birds diving into the ocean. Until, one day, one of them carried it away. 




O nó

O nó
do sapato
da garganta

O aperto 
da gravata
das correntes
do peito

O gosto amargo 
Sobe
Desce 
Chega à boca

A multidão
O riso
O choro 

O nó
Até o retorno
ao pó

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A história de um peixe

Era uma vez um peixe que desejava viver fora do mar. Admirava os pássaros que voavam no céu e sonhava. "É preciso se conformar com o possível", diziam  os outros peixes. Mesmo assim, ele sonhava, com seus grandes olhos de peixe. Passava os dias a observar as interessantes formas daquelas outras criaturas a quem havia sido oferecido o maior prêmio, os céus. 

Um dia, o sol brilhava na água, em mil pedacinhos prateados, e ele,  quase na superfície, desejando o que não tinha, viu uma das criaturas atravessar o seu limite, mergulhando com velocidade e retornando ao azul do céu, com rapidez. "Ah, quão injusto!" Por que podia aquele ser ter tanto? E ele tão pouco? Não, não mais se conformaria, não mais aceitaria tamanha limitação. 

Pensou a noite toda, com seu cérebro de peixe, e na nova manhã, nadou até o pier. Usou de todas as suas forças e saltou.  Por um segundo contemplou o céu sem a distorção do meio aquoso: "Realmente belo!" E debateu-se, arfou, sufocou, naquele excesso de ar. Já sem forças, entendeu que aquilo que mais desejava seria também seu fim. Conformou-se com a espera. "Faltava pouco!" 

Quase exaurido, sentiu-se alçado ao ar. Pelas mãos de um ser enorme, nunca visto, voou em direção ao mar. Quando criticado, dizia:"Mas eu voei!"  Nunca mais nadou até o pier. Lá no fundo, conformou-se, parecia ter se aquietado. Os outros peixes ficaram aliviados. O peixe, porém, eterno sonhador, ainda subia à superfície, ainda admirava o mergulho das aves no mar. Até que um dia uma delas o levou. 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Do

You don't have to read me
But if you love me
Do

To read me
is to know me
To face me
To look into my eyes
To read me
is to regard me
to contemplate
me

You don't have to read me
But if you love me
Do

Monday, December 1, 2014

Half

Not very hopeful
Not very young 
Not gleaming
Not contemplating future brightness

Half the path walked
Useless beating around the bush
Much audacity 
Frustration

Insignificance of ideas
Nonrealization of dreams 
Mediocrity of words
And feelings

The impertinent permanence of the moving world
Oceans
Masses of water separating masses of land
And people
The efemerity of people

Waves revolving sand
Leaves swaying in the wind
Bright days
Dark nights
Fallen stars
All that remains
Once you're gone