3rd Book
"A new era"
Date: 2000
Poems: 29
Copies: 6
Collection: indian summer
Publishing company: Private edition - "home-made"
ONE DESIRE, ONE NEED
Where is the childhood feast?
Where is our feast?
I'm hungry...
AFFECT IN ASHES
Pain,
Friend,
Sensation,
And pain again.
WOW!
Pain ,
Friend,
I need,
Affection, kindness,
Acidity,
Fusion,
Energy and electricity
And everything for everyone
No exception to animals.
The world on fire,
In flames,
Burning.
SOMETHING FAILED!
Now, I'm going to tell you a different story,
Which I admired on one of my virtual slides.
Those, you know?
I tell you that the ribbon colors are not good, but...
It was summer afternoon.
The waters flowed in their streams,
In its correct senses,
Between the shores of clear sand,
Who aspired one day to be decently treated.
They call it rivers, those that have been walking here for a long time.
were flourishing,
The afternoons.
Pretty, by the way.
The ants walked
The surfers there sweat
And two walkers walked,
On a path they both loved.
This was the main point.
The two cut each other with blows of 2 meters and a half...
But they liked each other.
They entered a whole set of situations that were not very neutral.
The voices rasped and scratched and feinted,
But at the end of these wonderful afternoons,
Anticipating a long, extremely extreme and rigorous winter,
A hug was inevitable...
It was admirable!
There was sadly a collapse,
Of something that beat with rhythm,
A somewhat accelerated pace, with certain problems... empirical.
It was a movie death.
And all the spectators ended up bursting into tears.
But,
At the end of this tape,
From inexperience to pain,
I admit maybe the lad was a little sick
And that the rotten part of this story,
It was being born 4 and a half years early to happiness.