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On the advantages of being silly

The silly person, by not being occupied with ambitions, has time to see, to hear to touch in the world.
The silly person is capable of remaining seated for two hours hardly moving.
If asked why they don't do something, they respond: 'I am doing, I am thinking.'
Being a silly person sometimes offers an escape world because the clever people only remember to escape through means of their cleverness, and the silly person has originality, ideas spontaneously come to them.
The silly person has the opportunity to see things that the clever people don't see. The clever people are always so attentive to the other acts of cleverness that they relax in front of the silly people, and these people see them as simple human beings.
The silly person gains utility and wisdom to live. The silly person seems to never have had a turn. However, many times, the silly person is a Dostoievski.
There are disadvantages too, obviously. A silly woman, for example, trusted in the word of an unknown man to by a second-hand air conditioner: he said that the contraption was new, practically unused because he was moving to Gavea where it was chillier. Then goes the silly woman and buys the appliance without even seeing it. Result: it doesn't work. She calls a repairman, whose opinion was that the apparatus was so mangled that the fix would be really expensive: it makes more sense just to buy another one. But, on the other hand, the advantage of being a silly person is having good faith, to never lose trust, and thus to be calm. Meanwhile the clever person doesn't sleep at night with fear of being conned.
The clever person triumphs with an ulcer in their stomach. The silly person doesn't perceive that this clever person won. Caution: don't confuse silly people with stupid people.
Disadvantage: they can receive a stab in the back from whom they least suspect.
It is one of the many sorrows that the silly person cannot predict. Caesar finished saying the famous phrase: 'Et tu, Brute?'
The silly person doesn't protest. In compensation, how they exclaim!
The silly people, with all of their clownery, should all be in heaven.
If Christ had been clever he wouldn't have died on the cross.
The silly person is always so sympathetic that there are clever people who pretend to be silly people. The clever people win from other people. In compensation, the silly people win life.
 
Blessed are the silly people because they know without anyone distrusting them. Moreover, it doesn't matter to them if others know what they know.
There are places that facilitate more the existence of silly people (don't confuse the silly person with the stupid person, with the fool, or with the frivolous person). Minas Gerais, for example, facilitates the existence of silly people. Ah, how many lose by not being born in Minas Gerais! The silly person is Chagall, who puts the cow in space, flying atop the houses. It's nearly impossibly to avoid the excess of love that the silly person provokes. It's that only the silly person is capable of excess love. And only love makes up the silly person.
 


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Mirror - A Mouth Torn by Outcry





I see my image in the mirror.
I ask myself, with tense lips,
Who this stranger is and what she wants.
Is she staring at me or am I at her?
The mirror says you are the one who once
Wanted to hold the sun in your hands.
But the dark city has become your habitation today.
You’re silently dying in your heart.
 

I wanted to be like the sky,
To be the savior of the half-dead city,
To be a nest for birds.
With my cold and empty hands,
I shouted, „The moon has come,
The woman warrior has come,
The hatless Che Guevara has come”,
Though I’m a lampless nightwalker.
 


28.11.2024

Thread of Love





United
With a thread of love
Close
With joy in our hearts
In a dream of love
Happy
We whisper like this:
'...Tell me that you always love me and I will be happy
Tell me that we will live united and in a dream I will live...'
United
With a thread of love
Close
With joy in our hearts
 


28.11.2024

Valkyrie





She flew away - the song did not finish
Fell like a star in the darkness
The dew sparkled with tears in the morning
The grass cried in the wind
 

She looked for happiness, she stood like a stone
Cutting through the storms of passions
Fighting the waves, but she got tired
She went into the abyss, missing in action
 

Stardust, like eternal reality
She flew from life to fate
A valkyrie, up through the flames of heaven
To eternal captivity.
 

The heavens are a gentle mother
Will embrace you and understand
Will take you by the hand and lead you
Away from these walls
 

The wind carries, the night calls
Whispers poems about you
A valkyrie, up through the flames of heaven
To eternal captivity
 

Someone changed everything, someone cursed our world
Taking the best for themselves
The threads of fate weave silently
Turning dreams into decay
 

Let the cranes that fly away
Whisper your name
Let the sun that burns so strongly
Whisper your name
Let the clouds that float by
Whisper your name
Let the night that hides secrets
Whisper your name
 

We struggle with the winds, let's fight with the birds
The crooked angles of life
We go to the mountaintops and do not give up
Breaking the shackles of darkness
 

The flame of battles - the sun is our banner
And the sword frozen in the hand
I know that our hour will strike
You will meet us at the gates of heaven.
 


28.11.2024

New dawn





The last star has dimmed in a pale veil
Oh...
And already the dawn stretches across the flowered fields, a golden mantle
Oh...
Every window opens to the sky
Oh...
While in the distance, a love song fades on the wind
Oh... The sun rises!
 

Oh sun
Oh sun, who kisses the Spanish women
It’s you
A caress of light on the echo of a thousand mandolins
Up there
In the sweet warmth
The flowers perfume
Still shining with dew
Mouths ignite with passion
And they sing
For you!