old thinkings, new madness

It's funny as we grow old
our perceptions 'bout the world
being changed

talking to someone younger
thinking about what I did considered right some years ago
now doing stuff I never tough I would
acting like I never tough I should

the perception of someone who is that age
the age I was some years ago
is now judging me for these attitudes

oh what a negatory
judgement so mandatory
self perception obligatory

the life doesn't mean the same anymore
now there's expectation
even expectators

feels like degenerating
into something that is melting
floating thru numbness
...

Could this be my madness?

Big or Small for us to relevate?

Back to the same

same friends

same stuff

everything it's back to the usual

the discussions are over now

the troubles seem so small

all that counts is our friendship

once again

if the memories were stronger could be different

but still we relevate for our moment

could we forget everything

just to be happy with ourselves once again?

for a few days that doubt came to me

but thanks for you to be

so good friends and still believe

on intentions which are free

(for those who were present at august, the 12th, 2012)

colcha de retalhos

sentimentos confusos
tomando o lugar de racionalização
ideias embaralhadas
tornam-se emoções

uso um tear para a conclusão
projetos falhos
acabam-se as linhas
tomo para mim novos novelos

estes ainda novos
ainda há muito por vir
deixamos o passado
temos mesmo de ir

aproximo-me mais um pouco
da lenha queimando lentamente
estralos, fagulhas sobem aos céus
porém logo perdem seu brilho
agora só me restam cinzas

apesar de toda a agonia


desperta-te fobia

falta-me o ar
falta-me o olhar
sobram lembranças que nunca passarão

virUSE

despite the effort
long life of changing
the irony still growing
past participates the breathlessness

present continues to grow illness
the mental virus is spreading faster
faster than you could have thought
and then the diversities are lost

so then we run on treadmills
with all the effort we eventually get tired
but the machine keeps pulling us back
and surely we'll all fall

what about the future?
oh the future
with all his dead burning hopes and dreams
what a beautiful  dream we have

about the development
about the enrichment
about the government
forget about enviroment

let's sign some papers and say we care
we have huge money, what matter so?

oh the world good world
forgot how to live for yourself
in effort to reach the fame
dreaming to be richer
dying to be important




living to be used

Back to the Same

After a long time

the problems are stil the same

ideas being pushed to us
another kind of feeling grows

now I'll have to understand
I have to push back

my values are not wrong...

my values are not right...

simply because such thing doesn't exist

my mind is changing all the time,

and the external world seems to remais the same

but it's changing

maybe for the best, but probably for the worst

there are some people getting rich

while populations across the world

still starve and try to survive

the men's selfish is, in general, growing

while the sense of sharing is floating away

but still I rather think of this sense as a cloud

wich is always floating and gatting bigger,

so hopefully some day

the storm will come

and the roots of the selfishness wont be so strong

and this terrible tree will be fallen to bring back the life as it should be

places

places, how can they change your feelings?

walking for hours to get there

first look aorund, all I can see is a great view

you´ll never get those feelings by looking at a picture

peter, joe and I, sitting on the edge of a cliff

there´s no need to be afraid despite the incredible height of it

even without any kind of safety device

a bad place to be, my mom says

a bad place to be, society says

turn around, there´s another group there too.

they are just doing the same thing we are

nothing, just being amazed by the amazing view

discover another universe

another way to live

just nature surround us

there are cows and horses anywhere I look

but then i look back to the city

what seemed so pretty seconds ago, now makes me sad.

there´s no kind of life, not even human life

just the ilusion of it.

turn back again trying to escape that terrible feeling

then I notice that this amazing place is filled with garbage

there are papers, cigarretes and every kind of packs

feeling sad again

a place with a really rare peace

is suposed to be kept that way

but that´s not how people think

irony?

nature shines, even reflected on it´s own destrution...

photo & text: Otaviano Fontanini