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Friday, August 16, 2013

Lack

Oh, how I miss your embrace
When distance with its cold hands
Separates us and makes me see the days
Like slow tortures in space!

Ah! How I miss your hugs
If misunderstanding presents itself
And, interrupting, snatches the slow
And sweet delicacy of your arms!

In the Land of Longing, sick;
Seeking health, contentment,
I discover, finally, that this demand is futile

I can even go around the world
But I only recover breath in your eyes
And I only find healing in your hug!


11/17/10

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Old teenager dreamer

You played your guitar skillfully
In so many scenes you did show
You were the rod of fame’s flag
And the audience shouted in front of you

You lived more than a thousand loves
Eager to live all the excitement
Of life. And among solos and horrors
From many you took admiration

What about you, now, tired
Now when that fame have abandoned you
And taken the people away?!

Now when the melodies that made history
Reverberate in memory only
Oh, old teenager dreamer?!


11/13/10

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

My Quay

In the immensity of the black sea at night
My lonely boat slips there
As hope, suddenly the breeze
It blows out the candles on one breath

But as a remembrance, only, remains
The force that moved it at that moment
My boat remains slowly roving
While my pain multiplies

Oh, path without end, extensive road
That I rail on the moonlit mirror
Of waters: Haven’t I trod you too much?

Tell me while I beat this distance
(And sometimes, I think I’m late):
When I’ll finally find my quay?


11/21/2010

Monday, August 5, 2013

Black

How beautiful it is to see my world blackened
When you introduce yourself to me sweetly
Overshadowing that  sleeping light
From the tedium of feeling myself forgotten!

Like an eclipse that  advances slowly through the
Mountains, you are the purest night
You are the most beautiful moon, darker
And your smile, way of stars!

When I am lost at evening by my will
Even though I do not want to be found
You guide me in the direction I need

I lead myself in the light of your liking
And if I get lost in the darkness of your color
I find myself at the shine of your smile



Isaac Coelho 11/13/10

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The blessing of being wrong

The Earth is flat. Yes, despite all the scientific evidence, all images taken by satellite, all the astronauts who said otherwise, I'm sure that the earth is flat. I do not understand how there are still ignorant to say that it is round.


(I can almost see your face with interrogation and amazement!).

Easy.

I do not know how you felt reading the first paragraph. Sometimes I feel a boiling inside me when I hear misstatements like that. You know when someone says something blatantly wrong? We fill a discomfort in chest, a willingness to correct the mistake, saying "Of course the earth is round!" And begin to speak about the obviousness of it...

However, the opposite also happens very often. We are those who are making a mistake. On some occasions, even a disgusting individual appears to correct us in front of everyone. Shame. It would be nice if we could to go back in time and don’t say any nonsense! How boring... Why we cannot be always right?

At these times, maybe I should comfort myself and say "it is missing that we learn." But it would challenge my own conscience because I believe that it is hitting that we learn. After all, if you fall at all times to try rollerblading, when are you going to learn? At some point you will need to hit. However, I still believe that there is something good in err and I want to suggest here that being wrong can be a blessing.

First, if I'm wrong, at least I'm alive. I have my mental faculties in good working order. After all, I wrote a whole argument to prove my reasons - although misguided. This shows that I am intelligent and have the ability to hit.

Secondly, it is not dishonorable change your mind. And that change only occurs when we have the humility to recognize our error. Cling to the desire to win an argument can even cause a good adrenaline rush, but also can separate great friends.

Third, no one knows everything. Omniscience is an attribute that was not granted to men for their own good. If we had all the knowledge, necessarily would know the past, the future and all that could have been. It would be an unbearable boredom. Without knowing all, however, we can always live with high expectations, as when waiting for a party. Each day that was still not lived can be the best in our lives, each book unread can provide us spiritual growing; each knowledge not yet purchased may grant pleasing to get it.

The blessing of being wrong is to better understand the error and then to get right. If, by chance, someone insists on reminding us of all the mistakes we have committed, know that it does not define who we are. Even if you have always believed that the Earth is flat. Your past mistakes are useful to push you to the first hit. And the first hit is the first step to get where you want.


In our lives, we cannot escape from making mistakes. We make mistakes even when we are right: for example, when we say obvious phrases like "yesterday I dreamed a dream." However, if to err is to be ignorant, perhaps we should be proud of it. We are all ignorant of everything that we do not know (That's obvious. But some obvious phrases say so amazing truths...).

This text was originally published on the newspaper Diário do Sudoeste da Bahia.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Hug

Oh, I want a hug!
I want a hug the way most chaste, the most beautiful way
Smoother, more simple, sincere, kind
I long a hug, I long, I long

I hope it will last, I hope it will get me a perfume
I hope hose barriers will go away
Those stupid things that hinder the embrace from being lighter, flame

I do not want answers, I do not want reasons
I just want a hug, I just want a North
I just want an arm, the other arm, a complete hug, well done
And that silence fuller, laughter, so conclusive
That smell, that air, that fullness

I want a hug
Out with the fatigue from the dry distance of your chest
I want to hug you right, respect, unhurried to walk away
I imagine for a moment that we are bond
Vast field without pre or concept
The chaster way, more perfect

That's it ... and it’s everything.





11/06/2010

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

To Live even

I want to live, my God, to live even
Better days than I lived once
Living my endless youth
And the beautiful time called Now

I want to prolong my days
More than the weeks of cold Expecting
And much longer may be the joys
Than tortuous pathways of utopia

At sun-rise whisper a prayer
Being grateful because it’s afternoon
Before I go to bed, saying: Amen!

Proving thousands of adventures around the world
And when I think I've done everything,
Still being someone’s love!


11/22/2010