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Monday, April 23, 2012

It Comes as No Surprise

It Comes as No Surprise

That outside the 
Land of giants
Everything again
Feels so small.

If after 9 months
It took me
Almost a decade 
To settle,

Is it really a shock 
That I'd return
With my head again 
In those clouds?

No longer breathing
Its air, bathing 
In Its water,

No longer standing
On Its earth, warm
From Its fire.

It's all
To be expected,
Yet painful
All the same.


PS: Israel has four main holy cities:Jerusalem (fire), Hebron (earth), Tiberias (water) and Tsfat (air)

In the Holy Land

In the Holy Land

The angels I've seen
Have no chubby cheeks,
Fluffy feathers or wings.

They have just direction
To give and care deeply,
Few words, hardly any expression.

Procurando Meu Canto

Procurando Meu Canto

Achei minha voz
Conheci os amigos
Relembrei meus avós.

Procurando meu canto
Senti minha dor
Lavei minha alma
Expirei meu calor.

Procurando meu canto
Construi minhas casas
Reatei as raizes
Soltei minhas asas.

Procurando meu canto
Cantei pra Você
Encontrei, finalmente,
Minha razão de viver.

Flattening the Curve (Erev Rosh Chodesh Nissan 5780)

Flattening the Curve

I ordered
Flat bread
For a week. 

I ate it
In my flat
By myself.

For one moment,
I was healed,
I was free.

Not enough.
I ran out,
And remain 

Flattered
By the likes 
Of many

I’ll need 
Another
Month's supply

To flatten
Myself
All over 

Again.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Food Sensitivity

Food Sensitivity

Unabated by
Misplaced shame
Or other such
Idolatry,

I found the cure
To times of weary
Inactivity.

It was not to cut
The red or blue
Pills Morpheus
Had given me,

But instead increase
Their colors and
Variety.

While I may pass on
Caetano's rain
Sweat, and beer due to
Immodesty,

I'll claim my roots
At least, in coffee,
Wine and açaí.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Água Viva

Água Viva

Cheguei nesse mundo
Há séculos e há segundos,
Meses, milênios, minutos,
Dias e decadas,
Todo possível
Espaço de tempo.

Mas estou só
De passagem e
Mais cada passo que
Dou na viagem
Me dá mais razão
De ficar e de ir.

Me dói. Só me mexo
Porque me puxo
Pra água viva
Por onde caio com
Todo meu pranto.
E aí me levanto.

Quando levanto, canto
Com tudo e com todos
Lutando e de luto
Por mim e por outros
Me esgoelo calado
Em pé e sentado, esgotado

Me abro pra Ele e
Confesso, agradeço
Por tudo e por todos
Por cada segundo
Mês, milênio, minuto
De cada caída.

Sei Lá, No Celular

Sei Lá, No Celular

Totalmente divididos
Pela raiva de todos
Pelo medo de tudo
Todo mundo meio
Que nos fez ficar
Loucos e mudos
Cegos e surdos
Sem saber em
Quem crer e
Sem poder
O mundo
Mudar.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Tag Me In Your Prayers

Tag Me In Your Prayers

Tag me 
In your 
Prayers
Like what's
Behind
Purim
Masks
Beyond
Yellow
Electronic
Smiles
React
To More
Than just
Posts
And you
Will come
Face to
Face
With the
Fact that
I am
You
And our
Life is
In a
Book
Of the
Kind One
Has to
Open.
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