All inspires (and expires) poetry.

Everythings inspire (and expire) poetry

DEDICATION

Roberta, beloved daughter, companion of journey, joins in her parents, gives us peace and joy.

So intense and present is the smiling child, there is nothing that does not invent, for the world to be kind.

This child who never grows up, makes our life a walk, with a lot of recreation and all facination.

To my beloved father, who of the effort committed, my talent is the resultted and my mother Salime, that made me sublime.

Those, gave me life, culture and education, proving that the greatest treasure is what comes from the heart and correct explanation.

THANKS

There are so many to thank, that there is a long mention, so I will choose, the ones who have paid my attention...

the many beloved teachers, the nuns of my childhood, pastors to the most grown, teachers who destroy ignorance withou rude.

To my beloved sister and brothers, and theire brothers-in-law, all rushing with care wich oders, but always in the corret law,

also my sister friends, Karina and Janaina, keep my mind sane, help to me with the clean;

Ant Vera and love grandma Edith, Garcita and Ester my partners cousins, and all family exist.

Finally to the universe, I hope to contribute, because I believe that my verse, can ease the commute!

TRIBUTES

A cherry blossom will never turn into a pesegueiro flower... likewise, you are none but yourself.

The important thing is to feel satisfaction with your own life, which is precious and irreplaceable!

(Daisaku Ikeda)

It's not the poet who creates poetry. It's the poetry that conditions the poet.

Poet is the worker, the artisan of the word. And with it it composes the ouriversaria of a verse.

Poet is to be ambitious, dissatisfied, looking in the play of words, in the unforeseen text, to achieve unattainable perfection...

(Cora Coralina. The poet and poetry)

Everythings inpire (and expire) poetry

Maybe someday

all suffering inside

turn other way

if you, don't hide

It's not a question

much less how to do

it's only a direction

about living with true

Look at that, pay attention!

don't act with heart hurt

need transforms our intention

that is lost in illusion court

To live like this

with innocence

mercy please

it is nosense

we used to sins

because used afraid

now we plant the beans

to feed and to paid

Seek somewhat with attention

there is all of food stock

to write with good intention

to good reactions shock

It's like loving people whohates

gets stuck wrapped the weave

the core soon permeates

invading sacred supper believe

Be ware of attachment

transforming your quietness

with meek prose relief investment

risking up the real happiness

Just don't be amazed

if the whole result in deed

leave him stressed and made

and somewhat fatigued

Just feel the simple joy stated

because all of the bad allergy

added to what is created

turns everything into poetry!