Mensagens
innocent liars
bemusing, in the narrow notions of life
pitiful missionaries
seeking truth in lurch
on thy search
over mountains, seas
and bare naked valleys
through forests,
and birds among trees
lost shadows in the mob
artifices of the wrong dreamer
drinking every time,
desires with a secret tone
like dancing men
with no remorse
a subtle surrender
to a single call
they dance, they fall
in tender ruins
of burned ages
that nature transcends
great satyr,
dreams aloud our sound
with pan's flute, a memory of the native lute
they keep follow him around
through mystic woods
away from sight
a owl sings
quietly
in peaceful delight
it reminds me
long gone affairs
with the river daughters,
descending the stairs
taking all our secrets away
from here
further from this town
further from this notion of steer
those vivid wounds of creation
are still alive
in several different worlds
broken tools
for the beckoning fools
memorabilia
to reach again the child in you
it calls you in dreams
it calls you in death
to where ether in
strives with your silence
and her words
would languidly
drive us
the violin creations, appealing
to the choirs
the drums sets rhythm, through
our isolation
all life urges, bringing the rain
for the feast of the nation
where
insane wildness scores
broken stain
glasses
of sacred houses, neighbors
kept the cards away, games are now hidden
under their tables
bravery squads of heroes, they bestow in cradles
sharing their fruits
to all our oppressed children
