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I see beauty in this.
I see beauty when I
Lunch at Bandejão,
At my University.
I see a myriad of
Faces,
Like small fish
In an ocean.
] Continue reading “Such simple treats does every day presents…”
Alone, in our thoughts,
that machines will soon be
able to tap into … Continue reading Being alone…
A Gargantuan belly does time has… Continue reading Each day…
our dear dear yeast,
in the forests of Amazon,
would deliver this fantastic
new Continue reading Maybe, one day
A place where one
explores life to its fullest, Continue reading Is it too much?
The things we love, desire, yearn for… Continue reading Binding force
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{
In a town named gummudippondi,
There was a big man,
With a huge paunch
And a long mustache,
With a wife and 10 kids,
Living in an imperial building.
}
Continue reading “Such submissive bystanders they have become…”
‘For men may come and men may go, I shall go for ever’, so wrote Tennyson; befitting it is to say this of our city brook on a rainy day, down the streets where I live… Continue reading Ah, The Rain…
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{
I see clouds passing by.
Such gigantic beings,
Yet, quite quiet,
And inconspicuous,
Until one lifts
their head up.
The sun’s powerful rays, too,
Are blocked temporarily,
By these blobs of white cotton.
}
Continue reading “Restrained clouds”
‘The blind man and a Pole’
\begin{Poem}
{
A blind man.
Arms outstretched,
a fruit seller perhaps ?
Selling brown vegetables,
With white flesh inside.
Is love of a white mother
any different, I wonder,
From the love of a black nanny,
Or for that matter, from
minha querida mãe marrom ?
my dear, brown, mother ?
}
Continue reading “Um homem cego e um polonês”
Perpetual Motion of Thought 