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Country of clowns
    Country of clowns
You ride in the fields with me
While we think about buying that farm
To live isolated from this world
We are tired of injustice
We are tired of fighting for a better country
I see, you lost hope
I see, it's better to be an idiot and deny reality
Was the light at the end of the tunnel just a train?
So every now and then we watch news
We see the same corrupt men in suits
Giving his fake heroic speeches
Being glorified by a herd of cattle
I ask you, is that why we fight?
I ask you, is that why we went to the streets?
If we are still ruled by clowns
If we are the nation's traitors
Country of clowns
    Country of clowns
You ride in the fields with me
While we think about buying that farm
To live isolated from this world
We are tired of injustice
We are tired of fighting for a better country
I see, you lost hope
I see, it's better to be an idiot and deny reality
Was the light at the end of the tunnel just a train?
So every now and then we watch news
We see the same corrupt men in suits
Giving his fake heroic speeches
Being glorified by a herd of cattle
I ask you, is that why we fight?
I ask you, is that why we went to the streets?
If we are still ruled by clowns
If we are the nation's traitors
Country of clowns
    Country of clowns
You ride in the fields with me
While we think about buying that farm
To live isolated from this world
We are tired of injustice
We are tired of fighting for a better country
I see, you lost hope
I see, it's better to be an idiot and deny reality
Was the light at the end of the tunnel just a train?
So every now and then we watch news
We see the same corrupt men in suits
Giving his fake heroic speeches
Being glorified by a herd of cattle
I ask you, is that why we fight?
I ask you, is that why we went to the streets?
If we are still ruled by clowns
If we are the nation's traitors
My Own Choice – Free Will
You are my father and I, your son.
If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.
If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.
However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.
I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.
I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a master over another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
By Mwanandeke Kindembo.
My Own Choice – Free Will
You are my father and I, your son.
If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.
If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.
However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.
I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.
I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a master over another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
By Mwanandeke Kindembo.
My Own Choice – Free Will
You are my father and I, your son.
If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.
If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.
However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.
I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.
I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a master over another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
By Mwanandeke Kindembo.
Ser e não ser
Se te procuro, fujo de avistar-te
E se te quero, evito mais querer-te,
Desejo quase... quase aborrecer-te,
E se te fujo, estĂĄs em toda parte.
Distante, corro logo a procurar-te
E perco a voz e fico mudo ao ver-te,
Se me lembro de ti, tento esquecer-te,
E se te esqueço, cuido mais amar-te.
O pensamento assim partido ao meio
E o coração assim também partido,
Chamo-te e fujo, quero-te e receio!
Morto por ti, eu vivo dividido,
Entre o meu e o teu ser sinto-me alheio,
E sem saber de mim, vivo perdido!
      José Bonifåcio de Andrade e Silva, o Patriarca
E se te quero, evito mais querer-te,
Desejo quase... quase aborrecer-te,
E se te fujo, estĂĄs em toda parte.
Distante, corro logo a procurar-te
E perco a voz e fico mudo ao ver-te,
Se me lembro de ti, tento esquecer-te,
E se te esqueço, cuido mais amar-te.
O pensamento assim partido ao meio
E o coração assim também partido,
Chamo-te e fujo, quero-te e receio!
Morto por ti, eu vivo dividido,
Entre o meu e o teu ser sinto-me alheio,
E sem saber de mim, vivo perdido!
      José Bonifåcio de Andrade e Silva, o Patriarca
My Own Choice – Free Will
You are my father and I, your son.
If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.
If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.
However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.
I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.
I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a master over another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
By Mwanandeke Kindembo.
Creative Thinking
Iâve been waiting for a light,
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
Creative Thinking
Iâve been waiting for a light,
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
THE CONSPIRACY OF CREATURES
May fraught hearts appease
And the wild thoughts be tamed
May hope present for duty
To the spirits who serve the holy
And may the dream bring the will
Of who already in truth
For pains, illusions and jinxes
To the truths of heaven and earth
And to their own that out of fear they deny
Do not believe and to whom nothing thrives
That Heaven and Earth
That Water, Air, and Fire
And all the creatures of life
Unite by conspiring in the union that already is
And show them who they can be
If they want it verily
And the wild thoughts be tamed
May hope present for duty
To the spirits who serve the holy
And may the dream bring the will
Of who already in truth
For pains, illusions and jinxes
To the truths of heaven and earth
And to their own that out of fear they deny
Do not believe and to whom nothing thrives
That Heaven and Earth
That Water, Air, and Fire
And all the creatures of life
Unite by conspiring in the union that already is
And show them who they can be
If they want it verily
Creative Thinking
Iâve been waiting for a light,
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
And even blinded, I followed.Â
I swear I tried,
Found my place at the highest of heights.
The wind was a friend,
Waters made me reflect,
The stars said me where is the end,
I asked myself if I still had any respect.
So, I surfed again.
Wrong sense, one future damage.
This fish could bring the smallest of the pains,
All lived, the ocean was deep and I sank.
Well, the celebrations were necessary.
Under a costume, the frog turned into a prince,
The usual witch smiled while others thought she was the fairy.
To make a long story short, the lies in the empire increased.
There are unknown places around big cities,
Explore downtown to understand other thinkings,
Darkness was acting like a new kid,
After experimenting unpredictable lipsticks.
Moon called to say hello,
And we canât refuse,
But I said, âyouâre lucky, donât abuseâ.
Then, I discovered the fury of saying no.
Instigated by the pleasure of writing, this is the beginning of life.
the sweet to pass the years
NĂŁo hoje,
talvez eu chegue lĂĄ.
do passado e andar
hĂĄ vĂĄrias luas.
Seria assim,
bonito e puro sim,
dĂȘ uma olhada com
alvos de cabelo e brilhantes.
Hoje eu vou pintar a imagem,
como aquarelas nuas e suas
em noites como esta,
intenso
Juntos vamos andar,
em chamas verdes
com luar
em nossos rostos ...
Vamos adicionar as rugas
no doce beijo das estrelas
se deitarĂŁo nos seixos
de nuvens brancas!
Para voce!
.
Depois de receber um vĂdeo
sobre a idade de uma
dançarina, uma senhora de
90 anos.
Eu amei.
ltslima.
Depois de receber um vĂdeo
sobre a idade de uma
dançarina, uma senhora de
90 anos.
Eu amei.
ltslima.
THE CREATURES CONSPIRACY
May fraught hearts appease
And the wild thoughts be tamed
May hope present for duty
To the spirits who serve the holy
And may the dream bring the will
Of who already in truth
For pains, illusions and jinxes
To the truths of heaven and earth
And to their own that out of fear they deny
Do not believe and to whom nothing thrives
That Heaven and Earth
That Water, Air, and Fire
And all the creatures of life
Unite by conspiring in the union that already is
And show them who they can be
If they want it verily
And the wild thoughts be tamed
May hope present for duty
To the spirits who serve the holy
And may the dream bring the will
Of who already in truth
For pains, illusions and jinxes
To the truths of heaven and earth
And to their own that out of fear they deny
Do not believe and to whom nothing thrives
That Heaven and Earth
That Water, Air, and Fire
And all the creatures of life
Unite by conspiring in the union that already is
And show them who they can be
If they want it verily
the sweet to pass the years
Not today,
Maybe I'll get there.
of the past and walk
there are several moons.
It would be like this,
beautiful and pure yes,
have a look with hair
targets and bright.
Today I will paint the picture,
such as bare watercolors and their
on evenings like this,
intense
Together we will walk,
in green flames
with moonshine
on our faces ...
We will add the wrinkles
in the sweet kiss of the stars
will lie down on the pebbles
of white clouds!
For you!
.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
the sweet to pass the years
Not today,
Maybe I'll get there.
of the past and walk
there are several moons.
It would be like this,
beautiful and pure yes,
have a look with hair
targets and bright.
Today I will paint the picture,
such as bare watercolors and their
on evenings like this,
intense
Together we will walk,
in green flames
with moonshine
on our faces ...
We will add the wrinkles
in the sweet kiss of the stars
will lie down on the pebbles
of white clouds!
For you!
.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
I have
Madalena Daltro Fonseca
the sweet to pass the years
Not today,
Maybe I'll get there.
of the past and walk
there are several moons.
It would be like this,
beautiful and pure yes,
have a look with hair
targets and bright.
Today I will paint the picture,
such as bare watercolors and their
on evenings like this,
intense
Together we will walk,
in green flames
with moonshine
on our faces ...
We will add the wrinkles
in the sweet kiss of the stars
will lie down on the pebbles
of white clouds!
For you!
.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
After receiving a video
about the age of a
dancer, one lady
90 years old.
I loved it.
ltslima.
I have come to the naked world
All my delusions
were ambition.
All my yearnings,
daydreams
All achievements,
illusion.
What I believed to be: Mine,
they were not, nor are.
Thus passed my life,
this invisible, hallucinated,
going from nowhere to nowhere,
a pity!
I have come to the naked world,
I am leaving without anything.
Madalena Daltro Fonseca.
I have come to the naked world...
All my delusions
were ambition.
All my yearnings,
daydreams
All achievements,
illusion.
What I believed to be: Mine,
they were not, nor are.
Thus passed my life,
this invisible, hallucinated,
going from nowhere to nowhere,
a pity!
I have come to the naked world,
I am leaving without anything.
Madalena Daltro Fonseca.
I have come to the naked world, I am leaving without anything.
All my delusions
were ambition.
All my yearnings,
daydreams
All achievements,
illusion.
What I believed to be: Mine,
they were not, nor are.
Thus passed my life,
this invisible, hallucinated,
going from nowhere to nowhere,
a pity!
I have come to the naked world,
I am leaving without anything.
Madalena Daltro Fonseca.
https://www.facebook.com/madalenadaltro/
https://www.livrariacultura.com.br/busca?N=0&Ntt=madalena+daltro
I have come to the naked world...
All my delusions
were ambition.
All my yearnings,
daydreams
All achievements,
illusion.
What I believed to be: Mine,
they were not, nor are.
Thus passed my life,
this invisible, hallucinated,
going from nowhere to nowhere,
a pity!
I have come to the naked world,
I am leaving without anything.
Madalena Daltro Fonse
Sem sono.
Sem sono.
Rolo para a esquerda, parede branca, vazia, tinta velha, rachada com toque de dor e vida.
Rolo para a direita, o resto do quarto, armário, computador, porta. Tem alguém na porta, entrando? Saindo. Quem é você? Tento gritar, movo meus lábios, não sai som, nem ar.
Caio da cama, rolo em sua direção, paro e olho pra cima, o branco do teto se enche de escuridão enquanto eu pinto o chão de vermelho.
Rolo para a esquerda, parede branca, vazia, tinta velha, rachada com toque de dor e vida.
Rolo para a direita, o resto do quarto, armário, computador, porta. Tem alguém na porta, entrando? Saindo. Quem é você? Tento gritar, movo meus lábios, não sai som, nem ar.
Caio da cama, rolo em sua direção, paro e olho pra cima, o branco do teto se enche de escuridão enquanto eu pinto o chão de vermelho.
Tio Zé!
Visitar a mamãe, nós viemos bem feliz,
Na chuva, escuro, na neblina, como é,
Que voltaremos de Pitanga com o Zé?
Se não se vê nada a diante do nariz!
Mas a estrada ele já muito conhecia,
E o Fusca voltou bem, quase sozinho,
O Zé acelerou, para virmos rapidinho,
Olhando a janela,o Murilo então dizia:
Tio Zé, olha ali curva da estrada!
Tio Zé, o Tio tá indo na contramão!
Tio Zé, os postes não são de borracha!
Pisa fundo Tio Zé, dá outra boa acelerada!
Essa aquaplanagem emociona o coração!
E o caminho pode deixar. O Fusca acha!
Nick - 2017
Na chuva, escuro, na neblina, como é,
Que voltaremos de Pitanga com o Zé?
Se não se vê nada a diante do nariz!
Mas a estrada ele já muito conhecia,
E o Fusca voltou bem, quase sozinho,
O Zé acelerou, para virmos rapidinho,
Olhando a janela,o Murilo então dizia:
Tio Zé, olha ali curva da estrada!
Tio Zé, o Tio tá indo na contramão!
Tio Zé, os postes não são de borracha!
Pisa fundo Tio Zé, dá outra boa acelerada!
Essa aquaplanagem emociona o coração!
E o caminho pode deixar. O Fusca acha!
Nick - 2017