Walking in the essence
1 - Poets
By Eric Costa e Silva
The poets are left with intense wings
In the eternal dream the world of words
Always dynamic in the eyes of all.
They fit the daily sweats
Where your roses fill the voids
Of the most variable itinerant human vicissitudes
They! Fine common souls
All worthy of the art in feeling on the skin.
Poets are builders
From their poetry emanates realities
Whether they are real or abstract
Ah! You’re with your smells.
Always touch the diversities
Of the thousand and one immaculate senses.
The poet points poem poetry
And they... Poets, ah! Poets
From one side of the horizon to the other
In the deep waters of perception they always navigate.
Each drop of letter on paper
The firm temp (l) ideals form columns
Behind them the simple beings of heart
There they form houses.
Poets never die
Just go on trips beyond bodies
On this day they just stop conceiving the leaves.
Even traveling into the unknown
Poets still move lives and spaces
Through his work
Always quiet on the shelf
Waiting for someone to flip through.
In every leaf of your creativity
In our eyes, we can feel a new season
In every corner of the mind
A way to perceive the World
Poets... All the poets... Who one day understands them
They never fail to visit them.
2- The poetry
A poem poem what is in your soul
A single word as you enter your day
It may be the incentive he needs
To navigate the feelings about poetry.
Poetry walks by the boats
In the light of the lighthouse, in the mountains
At the bus stop of simple people
She's even in the school's instructions.
To bring forth a poetry
In his daily life the poet navigates
To perceive the whole world
Who walks by your steps.
Poetizing is living in bonds of a time
To observe without forgetting to live the life we must
Who observes lives the life with more sense
To observe is an experimental living.
Poetry that leads to ecstasy
One day you were alone.
Under the mantle of the poet's soul.
When the birds in the corner say
Sweet word does not tell me
Just wait for the purity of the path
Let the words look at each other again.
A poem poem what is in your soul
He knows how to read the parts
Which show traces of your happiness today.
Do not tell me? Yes, I say.
Yesterday's words
Now it's true
Thank you, be happy.