BLUE LOVE

Blue is the color!

The one that beautifies your smile,

even though he is already paradise ...

Blue indigo a manly being,

Baby blue simply you.

Navy blue, what a seduction.

That is the color, and with it I write its verses.

You will find that the sky and the sea,

are the ideal portion to compare you to

blue of my well, which is so romantic for you.

Ah! ... Eternal dawn, feel eternal

Just see you.

I see the different world, as in the beginning.

And being all blue, bluish and loved ...

Sinless, God-cared, will understand and extend

your beautiful smile ...

Truly blue.

THE DEAD POET

THE DEAD POET

he cried

within the body of man

By his own burial.

Resurrect or bury it !

Do not leave it in putrid state ...

The mercy of the vultures of savage capitalism ,

where fiery cross your heart .

The poet was dead within their own homeland ...

So there is no point , nothing illustrates or clarifies !

Also generates nothing ,

 they live outside where he lived the dream ...

Dead ! Where repeatedly been.

The poet wanted the comfort of Mother Nature ,

the whisper of Mother Earth that generates

Love ... Life !

Among the hills , churches ,

Baroque art , the clear or overcast sky ...

He would sing their cry;

rocked in the cradle of the great masters and

conspiracy where the general land generates .

Oh ! Illusionist and dreamy , between legalized drugs and

failures , shakes your body , your mind anesthesia .

So hurry ! ...

Run as a free horse between the valleys and

mountains , smelling the purest poetry

as the most flavorful and unmatched miner cheese bread ,

where pleasure is blessed ...

Fitting up as a last

sigh and kiss ...

O poet resurrects ...

for your new awakening

THINE SMILING

Indecipherable to the eyes, 

Thine 

Smiling is something like this: 

inexplicable to the heart, 

it hits hard and without compass 

to see him emerge in the crowd. 

With the eyes of the soul deciphered ... 

Captive beings subtly, 

active and sharpens the senses naturally. 

Sighing happy when we got there, 

just search it in any record ... 

And if all this contagious joy of living, 

so sweetly and accurate.

GIVE MORE AND MORE

Good indeed is look at all without great pretensions,

 only to see the cloud and go see their shadows on the ground ...

Feel that there is one and be well within us ...

No address or stamps!

  Anyway if you give without certain addresses,

always give more and more.

THE MINI CORN- RAILROAD

Path to the corn plant ...

Railroad,

certain tiller mother divine nature ...

No more than fifty centimeters life

the iron horse Tedding any rebellion ...

Day and night the sound one hears

majestic and merciless ...

The mini corns tremble in the passage of heavy wagons,

but never fail to shine in the sun ...

After all while there is rain, light and air ...

They raise their stems and leaves even the most beautiful moon ...

Mini corn side rail to

echoing the red river, dogs on barking!

Ironically the sower is the locomotive

that pass on the road to falling unnoticed seeds

the golden grains that stay themselves and spring from on the road ...

Railroad that feed the population.

Giant birds in flight

the pawns while listening trotting ...

When the they feed that was given for free,

how nature that when a man is in tune

all is well, well ... No hunger or war.

THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

The Christmas spirit slept a deep sleep so early,

as a child gave us peace, joy ... Hope.

I wondered why some people

not feel so special and sweet this season ...

   Adults are more fraternal, with the hand and a sincere smile ...

Today I look back and reflect,

only part of what we leave ...

What we do not revive,

The spirits are eternal!

Back then the time child

to engage in the spirit of christmas and happy life ...

Always a happy christmas.

DECEMBER ALL YEAR

DECEMBER ALL YEAR

December

time of material and fraternal donation

let the spirit freed

to feel the mood of Christmas spirit,

feel the great celebration of New Year.

Time of the supper rich

family, good wine tasting

and seasonal delicacies ...

Of giving and loving as a whole

pray for a just world,

feel that Santa Claus exists within us ...

And do every month

always a December love.

THE GAT GIGANT

The cat was gigantic, so gigantic,

but so gigantic that could barely fit in the house...

 And like the cat version of Alice in progesterone the endeared home ...

And the smile returned to the fore and the owner, as cats

always get understand.

Was the love - Mário Amâncio Azevedo

The flowers were more red in the days of yore,

a heart beat more wildly was beating

as there was not an end ...

Sighs were constants to feel the sweet presence,

the sun shone different in those days,

the weeks were long where we suffered yearnings

  by unforgettable weekends ...

The music charmed as flight

butterflies, and unhurried innocent

in the gardens ...

The innocence and the discovery of the forbidden,

it was earning a world ...

Innocent passion and that feeling

they barely knew ...

Was the love that came in mind deflower

and our bodies without sins and guilts,

because we were two in the world,

because nothing longer existed ...

Only the music and our skins,

  our instruments ...

For over there is nothing more was needed.

Amancio Mario Azevedo

DEVOTED AND SHINING

Devoted and shining

Free and sad flight of

the blue bird

in an immense world and

in the grayish sky.

Happy – when imprisoned

in golden cage.

But a kind man

opened its door…

How doubtful

about his kindness!

Curiously, this bird

came cross

new horizons…

Then, away, it flew!

Storms! …

Attacks by other birds

and even by that one man

did he suffer.

But he boldly managed the chaos of fatality…

and long after having known

sweet liberty,

it found the real paradise.

However,

in another world…

For its flight went

beyond itself;

devoted and shining.

LOVE – INVALUABLE WORTH

TELA-LIMA

We insist on trying

to understand distance and space,

on labeling feelings and desires,

 on trying to understand love.

Love has neither space,

nor distance, or time;

neither does it have a price…

it does have and invaluable worth!

It flows in the most

extraordinary dimensions,

involving each creature

in different ways and intensity.

This light – energy -

which is vital nourishment

is named love

 and floats above the most carnal and cosmic feelings.   

It permeates the insides,

dwells in the feelings,

makes you blush and makes you pale,

plants your feet to the ground,

casts us into the sky,

and makes us float.

However, it has no value

if not directed to the beloved one,

if wasted on life’s matches and mismatches,

and on the traps set by the mind.

But the truth is plain to see:

I love!

Through all time and space,

distances and dimensions,

where not even the largest wall

will erase such noble feelings,

I love.

                                                         Versão: Emerson Almeida
                   (. Tradução e de Outro idioma par o português; version E fazer português parágrafo Outro idioma)

Falsely accused - MICHAEL JACKSON

                                                       

We saw and heard

cheer and smile ...

with steps backward,

with steps forward.

Who has danced in groups

who had danced alone ...

Sang the pain of hunger,

delighted with his performance ...

Falsely accused,

but our hearts and minds,

will come out with accolades due ...

After all since childhood and shined in the middle

went out of the way?

No
!

Love has no bounds as his stardom and

his dedication to art ...

Never before in the land of'll never grow old ...

And who admired him ever left your light off,

boy man child's heart ...

We want a world that wanted to have,

without charges injustices ...

Only joking and beautiful colors.

LOVE

LOVE

Love...a word

a sense sweet lulluby
to sleep in nights of enchantment.

A blanket in the winter -

for your warm arms

are the complement

in this love season.

Love…

Water drops from the sky

dew drops from the sky

teardrops from a stare

when we’re distant from this feeling

we long for.

But the certainty of this great emotion

comes from this bursting feeling.
Sleeping love

smiling stare

at the beloved one

even inactively loving.

But I feel that in your dreams

you are fantasizing

my body and face.

And in this short or long wait

we keep waiting

for the awakening

of an eternal dream in one’s look

for an eternal reality showing.
But I live with this dream

warm, hot or boiling,

charging nothing

from your sober resting,

for your eyes, awake

or not,

show true

loving.

Versão: Emerson Almeida


(tradução é de outro idioma para o português; versão é do português para outro idioma.)