man – satomipoema

But sometimes there were good times.

Okay, we didn’t work, and all

memories to tell the truth aren’t good.

Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep

beside me and never dreamed afraid.There should be stars for great wars like ours.

– Sandra Cisneros – from “One Last Poem for Richard” My Wicked Wicked Ways

The poet nailed on

The hard bone of this world

His soul dedicated to silence

Is a fish with frog’s eyes

The blood of the poet flows

Out with his poems, back

To the pyramid of bones

From which he is thrust

His death is a saving grace

Creation is perfect

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Minimal Compact – To Get Inside

Ph : Alex Timmermans

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

– Friedrich Nietzsche –

Poetry does not want adepts, it wants lovers.

– Federico García Lorca –

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.

– Helen Keller – The Open Door

His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo.

– A. Zavarelli, Echo –

His mind

It says survival of the fittest but

His soul

Revival of the idiots

So good riddance, dancing

– Criss Jami –

Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?

– Fernando Pessoa –

…to know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect…

– Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet