quarta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2013

O CORSÁRIO

Hoje fiz meu breviário
por me sentir dissonante
desse mundo extravagante
dissoluto e temerário

lembrei que me há restante
um poema de antiquário
fruto de um amor gregário
resoluto e instigante

Mas o mundo usurário
desgastado e sussurrante
já condena esse atroante
amante tão perdulário

que gastou todo o salário
nas flores mais perfumantes
sem pesar o corolário

e investiu no amor sacrário
o seu sonho mais vibrante
por cansar de ser corsário.

Gilberto Felinto.


sexta-feira, 24 de maio de 2013

PARADOXE

(Tradução abaixo com adaptações)

I look
of the taller tower
my shorter temper

I walking on the wider freeways
but have narrower viewpoints

I'm the human paradoxe
spending more to have less
buying more to enjoy less

I know the stairs
but avoid crossing
 the narrower street of my solitude

I'm master of outer spaces
but unknow my inner space
I forgot to understand my own heart

Moon and stairs
are near of me
but my fellow creature
live in a space shuttle

thousands informations recruit my neurons
but don't know anything  of my deep silence
but don't know anything about my pain
but don't know anything about the homelees street kid
who tries to seel me a bag of cookies

It's time of selfish souls
arrested in the ignorance
of their ways of life.
                          

                                            Gilberto Felinto.


O PARADOXO

EU olho
da mais alta torre
meu temperamento irascível

EU caminho na mais larga via
mais tenho pontos de vista estreitos

EU sou o paradoxo humano
comprando mais para ter menos
gastando mais para aproveitar menos

EU conheço as estrelas
mas evito atravessar a estreita rua de minha solidão

EU sou mestre dos espaços mais longínquos
mas desconheço meu espaço interior

EU esquecí de entender meu próprio coração
Lua e estrelas são minha morada
mas meu próximo é um ET  viajando anos- luz
no espaço interestelar

É tempo de almas egoístas
presas na ignorância
de seus modos de vida.
                                
                                                 Gilberto Felinto

sábado, 18 de maio de 2013

LOS COLORES DE LOS HOMBRES


“contra el racismo y la discriminación”


En África comenzó

el viaje de los humanos

adonde dios bendejo

dos negros subsaarihanos

Adán y eva crecían

y aquella paraje venían

blancos negros y gitanos


Adán y eva emprendieron

una viaje concreta

una grande migración

llevó aquella nación

la conquista del planeta


un arco-íris es la tierra

igual em sus organismos

negros blancos amarillos

un milagro aconteciera.
                        

                                               Gilberto Felinto


FRAGILE IRON MAN


He smokes carbon dioxide

sitting on divine throne

with his stair's crown


He breathes air pollution

lestening bach

in his livining-room


in his break-fast

eats salad of coal,oil and caviar

devours microorganisms on the lunch time

drinks photosyntesis in the dinner


the human machine

steals carbohydrates

inhaling the other's exhalations

recycle their substances for his own benefit


wide planet where govern the flies.
 
                                                          Gilberto Felinto

domingo, 12 de maio de 2013

CAMINAS SIEMPRE HOY

se vives antes de ayer
estáis dando vueltas en el pasado
pues no puedes cambiar ningún ayer ningún mañana

no te agobies
... es mucho cedo para reír
es mucho tarde para llorar

llevas en el pecho todos los colores de hoy
mañana puede llover
y en la tarde agotarse tu sonrisa

no des vueltas al pasado
caminas hoy
caminas siempre hoy
mañana serás tardío

no te agobies el futuro
no sabes se llegará
debes coger el que tus manos alcansan

vives hoy
cómo nunca lo hay vivido
no dejes escapar
porque una vez que se vaya
ya nunca más volverá.
 
                                                       Gilberto Felinto

HUMAN BEINGS

"the way that live our lives is hurting the earth...all put toxic chemicals-poluttion-into of its heart"


This strange animal

called human being

burns coal

burns gas

burns in silence

the air of his sanity

his hollow heart is no man's land


Spoils and wastes

at each step

on the earth's surface

his more sacrifice sacred


This strange animal

called human being

cuts down trees

cuts down lives

cuts down  hope of his specie

and wastes his more precious dreams


Who is this animal called

Human Being ?
 
                                                                      Gilberto Felinto

sábado, 4 de maio de 2013

WITHOUT LOOKING BACK


Sometimes

there's no answer

cause neitheir you nor me

have them –

try to read them in my eyes

empty of shine


sometimes

there's no way

cause the pain is pernicious


sometimes

there's no one

cause in the love's way

there's a lot of darkness


today

I believe that the rigth decision

is following the emotion

without looking back


cause sometimes

to exist is

 not leave tracks

and

climbing one degree

each day.
 
                                           GilbertoFelinto.



                        

sexta-feira, 3 de maio de 2013

LUNA NINGUNA


la luz dorme

en la sombra hermana

trae la oscuridad y

enbaraza las sonrizas


las cenizas

tienen la vida de su árbole

y mismo muerta en las entranãs

revive em las siembras


el hombre tiene

las manos sucias de el deseo de posesión

y viene com tormenta su sueño

trae guerra y peste a la canción


algunos lunáticos

alborotados en sus plegarias

alzan los brazos

y peden al cielo mudo

la salvación


luna ninguna

surge en el mundo triste

el cielo mudo dorme sus ojos oscuros

em las siembras de nuevas mañanas


somente las sombras

séguen cada uno de los hombres

por lo día entero.
 
                                                                             Gilberto Felinto

THE GLASS SHADE( A REDOMA )

I walk deep steps on poem's surface

like who walk on your own uncertainly


floating on the froth of the desire

my unconscious that is half of me

in my hollow-eyed leave my phantasms


I join anxiously the instant

between the triumph and the pain

undressed of the masks that arrest me at world


I'm arrested in a glass shade of the my horrors' days

like all that traficc in the street's silence

becoming perfectly viable in a world inviable


unbreakable in a body as

fragile as a poem.
 
 
                                                                                   Gilberto Felinto.