... sempre existirão

"Nossas montanhas sempre existirão, 

nossos rios sempre existirão, 

nosso povo sempre existirá. 

Com a derrota dos invasores norte-americanos 

reconstruiremos nossa terra até fazê-la dez vezes mais bonita."

Ho Chi Minh

every day, I tell myself

... the struggle for human rights

is the struggle of all of us, every day

and without respite!

no colors

... every day

             are the same

         grays,

             no colors ...

          my life is crystallized

   between my mistakes

       and amongst many goodbyes,

    now, I wear just white...

         Is there pain in my thoughts,

    tears in my eyes,

        only, long and deep nights...

        Lisa

I

   ... I, my mother, my city

an entire world made of shadows and memories,

and which goes with the time within me ...

is how we are

almost intangible

connections and impulses

moments ...

we wish a lot and we fled out of nowhere!

unconnected realities of the Being

dreams, and dreams ...

we wander in the imponderable

without knowing ...

Lisa

cardinal points

I try to draw an understanding

     transdisciplinary of reality

to conceptualize the cardinal points,

  the dimensions of space and time

 on the border of this complexity,

but I can not stop me on outdated concepts,

I need to navigate the parallel dimensions

and collect samples of other exo-organisms!

...to maintain the clarity of a mind

that struggles between life and death!

quantum multi-universes within a drop of water

in the hands on the clock returning in time...

...in line of a wormhole,

the life plunging over the precipice of the soul

and still collect the memories of the eternity,

   the infinite in me!

    Lisa

skirmishes

                           skirmishes on the evening

                     shadows that lengthen

and distort my thinking

I will stumble on the corners of the neighborhood,

  to Avenue

                   I want to be living and have your being!

                        ... now and never again!

    me and You

     EVER !!!!!!!

Lisa

umbrella

... my imaginary umbrella

It is who protects me from all quarrels

filtering the words and thoughts unbearables

making me feel like a Cinderella

thus metamorphosing into colors and sounds

the disenchantments in so soft and sweet parables

gladdening my heart

fooling me

my being

flying

dreaming

be free

away from here

Lisa

still lives in me

... a lullaby

for the child who still lives in me

dreams of a summer night

for the teenager that matures into my heart!

the first night of all of us ...

illusion of deeper background

we wake up in an endless night

and no return...

joy to tell you, need you!

without you I do not exist ...

I am survivor of lost passions

and of the memories yet to come

hopeless my heart thins in his eyes

love, love me says it's still day!

and your smile lights up skies

tints that I can not even imagine!

Lisa

same streets

I walk the same streets

of my childhood, adolescence and then

and everything and nothing has changed!

just me, and all that belonged to me

the inviolable past now,

on the table the cards of life that is gone ...

crying, with no one to hear me

I try to absorb the dispassion these hours

in vain, as it all

only the air that passes me

leaving no nothing, no memory

just me

as always

alone

Lisa

rebentação

rebentação

d’água brincando de espuma

no mar dos meus sonhos...

criança descalça na areia

da praia deserta

do meu passado

sonhar

que grito contido!

o choro do tempo

nos natais que se foram

pequenas luzes

vaga-lumes de lembranças

encontram a minha face criança

tempo passa, vai e se foi...

tristes tardes

alegres manhãs de sol

vida!

dou braçadas contra a correnteza

do tempo...

correntes da escravidão!

sol da minha vida

não entardeça jamais!

coração pela boca

maré, correnteza, rebentação

turbilhão, tempestade

de pensamentos que se vão

pela vida que se vai...

vou distante do mar

para a terra firme da minh’alma

Lisa

(2006)

Je

   ... en tant que cristal

               qui est tombé et s'est cassé

                             Je suis très triste ...

         J'ai donné ce que je pouvais de moi,

                       chansons, et poésie

                             et photos et vidéos ...

               mais c'était trop peu,

                                     Je comprends ...

                         "une théorie"

                 juste quelques mots,

                                                       désolé

                                       ma sensibilité,

                               Je pars ...

    baisers

                                      retour dans le temps

    froid

    larmes

    pluie

           Je

                                                               Lisa

shock hatching... old new

Intimate Verses

Seest! Nobody saw the formidable

burial of your last chimera,

only Ingratitude - This Panther -

It was your the inseparable companion!

Get accustomed to to the mud that awaits you!

Man, that this miserable earth,

dwells among wild beasts, feels inevitable

necessity to be willd beast also.

Takes a match. Lights up your cigarette!

the kiss, friend, is the eve of sputum,

the hand that cuddling is the same that throws the stones.

If someone still causes worth thy wound,

to play stones on this vile hand cuddling you,

spits you in this mouth that kisses you!

(Lisa, free translation of the sonnet Augusto dos Anjos

"Intimate Verses" - Recife, Brazil, 1901)

Friend

  Friend, please

                      listen to me:

       MONEY DOES NOT MATTER!

I've had almost everything in life,

family, property, jewelry, profession,

               bonds, cash ...

               Today I have nothing,

               but nonetheless

               I am, I realize me,

         and hardly anything, little things,

         perhaps insignificant,

                make me smile!

                just moments

                fragments of time

                and I'm happy!

Yzabel Cerroflorido

inebriates

   inebriates me the endless possibilities

cachaça de banana,

my Port Royal,

my Jack Daniel's,

yes, my ordinary beer,

I want more more and more ...

until I hit the floor of my life,

and then I can not  get up anymore

Lisa