Paulo Siuves

Lamp and Light   By Paulo Siuves In the distance I observed a lamp, it was lit and emitted a glow. There was no one close to her, no living soul to enjoy her kindness and there was no one around to bathe in the rays of light that the lamp threw on her. Well, she was an active lamp, gesticulating a lot, inviting all beings to delight in her generous offer, clarity. I watched her curiously, hidden in the darkness of the place where I, being able to see her, would not draw attention to me. Like a beacon shining in the dark night, she kept calling, waving, in useless seduction. Nobody came for her.   From a distance it was possible to see the lamp inviting, calling whoever was close, nor would it need to place itself under the glare, the lamp would feel fulfilled if it could illuminate any person, any living being, endowed with the sense of vision, it would be enough to be able to approach out of the darkness, that the lamp would feel that its existence would have bee...

  O Canto de Tua Frieza Hoje o meu canto é triste Minha voz está mais fraca Hoje o meu canto não é nobre, Nele, está o meu desabafo Hoje lembrei do dia de solidão Onde a minha vida inteira passou A minha memória pulsou no meu coração. Lembrei que minha canção Falava sobre nós dois, E compunha versos tristes Do antes e do agora… E depois? Meu canto se tornou em desencanto, Se tornou choro, se tornou pranto Pois, a letra da canção lembrava Meu dia triste, meu dia de solidão. Hoje canto sem querer cantar, Vivo, não por querer viver Pois, a frieza que outrora foi fogo, Agora se tornou a letra da minha canção.   Paulo Siuves paulosiuves@yahoo.com.br