Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction.

"Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)

The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo,
And then the plant, strength, reborn again.
It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa,
As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized.

The earth’s promise, green as ever,
Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky.
Beautiful as caressing rains,
Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and
guides.

The original in Portuguese:

Plants

Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida,
E depois a planta, vigor renascido.
Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África,
Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata.

Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra,
Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra.
Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam,
Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia

Enjoy.

Enjoy.

A poem soon ...

Libera - "The Song of Life"

Milos Karadaglic - "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds"

Enjoy.

Red

Red is my blood, platelets,
as Autumn's leaves,
as my dreams, hopes,
from a breathing person,
who dies, lives, writes, fails, rewrites.

Red is a blue's opposite:
the blue's heat.
Is the irrigation of wings' veins, 
I ought to have, a sky would be,
dawn's color, the flame of life,
a desire of a peaceful heart, that
bombs red through time.

I am Red, even though
no eye can see it;
a dream is here, nobody can see it:
as my blood as my end.
And, maybe there's no end only stars.
And stars are a pipe dream of dreams.

Enjoy.