Life with denture

- How do you do with the candy?
- Bubble gum does not. Chewing gum is little better, but the toffee. The tofee glues everything!

Losers.

If you are a loser and this of some form disturbs you, take easy, therefore you the majority of the human beings is equal. Then be cool, don’t worries. One remembers what we make with the people who present behaviors and attitudes are of the standards of the society, us we lock these people and hit out the key, we allege madness or marginality is clearly that in the good times in we could burn them under the accusation of heretics or executes them as communist, but these are options of golden ages that never come back again. The standards of the health are established from what the majority of the society considers “normal” and the standards of the legality follow principle the same, why then, we the losers, absolute majority of the population, have that to accept intelligent and successful people freely walking for the streets, launching in our faces our imperfections and deceits. Rich, happy, pretty and famous, they are so few that we cannot accept them as something normal and common. For its disparity and amount we must consider them delinquents the society and as such, keep them moved away from the regular and healthy conviviality with the community. However! But somebody can question, what we have to make with these so singular creatures? We could mount a small circus of horrors, showing skeleton models and pale, women deformed for its some plastic surgeries, intellectual sad, of closed face dived in its books, we would still show rich gotten depressed for having been moved away from its toys to make money and to undo lives. The possibility still exists to use them as walking targets for shot sports. Another idea to be explored is to sell these beings as animal of esteem they imagine the happiness of the children: - Ai! Father I always wanted to have an esteem actor. Purchase! Purchase! An existing option, were used for a similar case for Swift, are treated to use these creatures as raw material for butcher, do not remain in me the minor doubt that models and dummies would be healthful super options, for the characteristics of its meats, white, lean and to a large extent young. Already the intellectuals and the scholars would not have a great value of market, therefore as we know the wisdom is fruit of many years of study and effort and after all this time and work the meat of the scholars already was hard excessively what it value of sell going down. But so that it does not have wastefulness let us make the following one, let us triturate the scholars and let us use them as animal ration. Perhaps somebody that reads this can come to think that I am against the people most favored by the goddess of the richness, but this would be a serious one makes a mistake. A question to defend the rights of the mediocre ones is not the case of being against is alone. Why we, the majority, must be guided by a minority of misadjusted. The idiots feel themselves more comfortable in environments where all are equal. Then so that all the losers reach a state of full happiness and accomplishment, is necessary that let us eliminate of our conviviality the successful people, thus, and thus the humanity will only be able to rest in peace.

A cold morning

I woke up. Drink coffee I arranged myself, Opened the door. I was hit by the cold air of the morning. I came back and I caught my old and dirty jacket jeans. It is one in such a way stonewashed one and dirty, but exactly thus still she is my preferred one. In the street the wind scrapes my face. It does not have subtility is strong and cold. I feel that my face was attacked. I have that to leave my beard to grow again. The world not yet wake up totally. But some workers and students risk to leave their houses. To the few the sun going up and giving colors to the mounts that are to the south from here. First the peaks are with a brown color. Alive and strong. Later golden the morning one it assumes its place and finally the green clearly of the vegetation is established that recovers them. Calm way for the streets, breathing deep. Absorbing cold air. Feeling the temperature and the wind in my body. Now the land, houses, cars, vegetation, people, everything. Everything is golden. The sky can be blue, but all more is golden. The golden one is the true color of the autumn. This light of the morning is so beautiful that it becomes difficult to try to describe it. But this is the south of the country. And I am not speaking from a paradisiacal beach or a beautiful hidding place of plateaus. I am only in a quarter of the city where I live. Palhoça, Santa Catarina, Brazil.
Mornings as these make the life to be valid the price.
Palhoça, 27 of April of 2007.
Obs: this photo is of the street where I catch morning hitchhiking early to go to work.

Poetry

Poetry. It had to be forbidden to be written and thus to be imprisoned in one ordinary sheet of paper. Before perpetual being enslaved in the cellulose it to be free in the world would have. No poet could write the poetry that did not live that it did not dream. Nobody could read a poetry if it was not made use to complete it, to divide with its proper existence, its reality, its life. Quintana said that the poetry books had to come with some pages blank and great spaces between the phrases, so that the children could draw and paint in pages and the spaces. I, however defend that more books of poetry are not written. Therefore the books are ready dreams, manufactured emotions for that it lived them or it dreamed them. Let us finish with poetry books. E that each one is free to make of its life a poem simply a romance or a story of fairies.

Options.

Alone.

I write or I walk?

Walk...