why don't i do

why do i do exist?

why don't i do die?

my life i live a little sick

and sick looks me all mankind

but my sickness is my craziness

or my craziness is my trail

it sounds like my god bless

it's on my mind, into my nails

what am i going...

and tomorrow,
what's gonna be me?
what am i going to do?

i'd like to think it was not me,
it was nothing i do.

i'd like to be definitively crazy,
crowded,
and may-be dead.

poem to my death

oh, yes, have you come?

what good you’re not late

let me touch your clothes

the mine, let I give you them

wear me with your mantle now

hold me for all my life

this world within or out

makes me hurts and cries

this conscientious I have

i do so many bizarre things

makes the pain hurts my head

and we die as we’re living

so, come, darkness

once for all blind my eyes

my soul is a tempestive mess

that blows for my dying

come, darkness

put my face on the ground

take me to the destiny’s rest

which for all is here around

you seeing my laughter

you seeing my laughter

don’t see

in the shade of my eyes

the thorns

paining

don’t see

when i touch the dark

and the cold soaks

my soul

you seeing my bright

don’t see

my insanity inside

my emptiness

you just see my laughter and delight

my light and some surprise

but what is worse

the falling down of afterglows

the ruminating on the heart

the biting me on my bones, at night, when inside I don’t sleep

the silence i show me to you with

you don’t see

you see my laughter and my smile and just

and ‘cause it you cannot judge me!

andré boniatti

Future citizen's poem

(Free translation of the poem "Poema do futuro cidadão", by José Craveirinha)

I"ve come from anywhere

from a Nation that’s still not alive.

I"ve come and I’m here!

I wasn’t born just me

nor you nor other…

but brother.

But

I have mountains of love to give.

Love from what I am

and nothing more.

And

I have in my heart

screams that are not just mine

‘cause I"ve come from a Country that’s still not alive.

Oh! I have my Love to everybody to give

from what I am.

I!

Any man

citizen from a Nation that’s still not alive.

After I’ve lost the fear

After I’ve lost the fear of others: of what others think; what others say; to make different; wanting different; dreaming farther away dreams; going beyond the usual; loving with love, not with shame...

When I"ve learned that being human implies to exist, and not only accompany parents as a child; and the church until the chrism; and society, as it’s taught; and the textbook, without questioning; and the TV’s Journal, believing that there is any truth in it...

When I realized that nothing else matters, but worth what the heart tells; worth what nature says; worth what I am, and not what is expected from me; I have nothing to do with hell...

After that I became myself, just then I was born in truth, I became someone, someone living - and not an undead stupidly walking the streets with an imbecile car, with the dream of the other ones, with visor and the put bridle to always look blind and be forever a resentful man...

Inscribe on my tomb:

HERE LIES A CRAZY MAN, WHO WILL — ‘CAUSE HE’S CRAZY — NEVER DIE: ‘CAUSE HIS SOUL IS CONDEMNED TO FOREVER THRILL, mad, FLY AWAY AND AROUND! INFINITELY CONDEMNED TO BE HAPPY!

no, no present continuous, there isn’t.
neither the past, and the future, yesterday, no tomorrow.
there isn’t either the time
divisible.

no, it’s just the simple present, absolutely.
simple present beyond everything,
from the universe
to god!

or maybe neither 'this' instant.
maybe not just anything.

for us, just we have to shake hands
and walk crazily thrown with the life! life!