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Origami

Fine and delicate folded paper. White, in the middle of the room, it seems minuscule. It multiplies itself, however, through its projected shadow. Symbol of the beauty extending from myself to the other and returning to me. Small gesture, and gift, that brings me consolation and reminds me of why what I do matters. Because, after writing, someone folds a lovely light Tsuru and returns to me the wings I have helped setting free.

Resisting in Poetry

“The real poet is always a resistance force. The false poet, however, regardless of the causes he argues to advocate, is always conniving”, the Portuguese writer Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen stated this in an interview in 1963. One year previous to the military coup d’état suffered by Brazil  which brought us twenty years of dictatorship and an authoritarian and antidemocratic inheritance that keeps so many of us still hostage  as if we were still living a Stockholm syndrome of sorts. Today, 2018, her words comfort me in my poet’s fate, in my truth and in the fact that I stand surrounded by other very real and resistant poets. We resist together, seeking light in these dark times, in the search of a country where love would be the empire and diversity would triumph. It is in diversity that beauty resides, it is in beauty that poetry inhabits. The beauty found in our day to day struggles, the beauty found in the truth and battles we face, the beauty found in the swea...

If there is silence

And if there is silence I will take my time and look at you I will feel your face between my hands and I’ll hope you’ll look back at me And in this waiting In this looking at each other I won’t find my way back And you too will lose yourself And if there is silence The uncertain route The awaken awareness will take us back to where we started Fragments of expanded light will illuminate the absence of sound Clocks will move its insane hands backwards The world in shock will watch us,  perhaps in ecstasy, perhaps in panic, You and I, in this time travelling You and I, back, to the first moment,  You and I, beginning from the beginning If there is silence