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7th Book
"Change Happens"

Date: 2011

Poems: 27

Copies: 7

Collection: Fresh Start & Future

Publishing company: Private edition - "home-made"

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

 

So much for what?

All for whom?

All for what?

Happiness no longer comes.

 

The happiness with which I went...

And now what am I going with.

I'm sad because one day,

I was what I am not now.

 

Whose fault?!

 

The guilt, the guilt...

It's nobody's fault.

They are the factors and the arguments.

Constant torments.

But what is this?!

Is life always like this?

Cum!

It is worth it?

What a scene…

What movie!

What a dramatic scenario life has become.

 

Where I go?

Because I am?

Why all this?

What's the point?

I demand and wanted,

As in times,

Answers to what I saw.

Again I question all my options.

All questions in the air,

I want to make them settle down.

I want to settle accounts with fate.

That son of a bitch who is arrogant

And it always hits!

 

Surrender? Perhaps.

I don't even know that...

 

For now, I give up.

I have no more strength.

I will not invent it.

LIFE IS WHAT?

 

You never know, you know?

Let's all speculate.

Everyone will want

One day decode.

 

This soul they gave us

And this body we command,

Does it belong to someone?

What are human beings made of?

 

I ask the philosophers,

I question Wisdom, hey

The purpose of existing, and why occurs

And if we're going to find out one day.

 

For now I don't think so.

I have more questions than answers.

I order them from the best

But I only get offers...

 

Nothing concrete. So far no news.

I'll go out and get some coffee

And think of some probabilities...

IT'S OVER

 

It's in a farewell tone,

Which expresses what is already there

And in the parameters of my life,

Friendship also falls.

 

I still wake up thinking about the “how”?

But I don't get heavy.

Little by little I regain sleep

And I fit what is already past.

 

What took us years to compact,

Fainted with a mistake.

- You used to be my brother!

 

It wasn't for lack of warnings

And calls to reality...

You are alone with your truth!

Alberto Caeiro, Fernando Pessoa's heteronym, in "O Guardador de Rebanhos - Poem XXI"

“If I could crack the whole earth
And taste it,
I would be happier a moment...
But I don't always want to be happy.
You have to be unhappy from time to time
To be able to be natural..."

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