Make matter as your resemblance
Voice, brain, movement!
O! Intimate machine of your soul!
Calculates your dream! Records your word!
Carries the image, the body! Does your job!
The picture, the film, the record recreate the past life,
Retain of the dead much more...
Yet let to the posterity more pain!...
Turn to cave era!
When only you mere your confident,
Kept within thee your remembrance, and your pain!
LIMIT
Are there limits for the impossible?
If you told Plato that he could speak by wire
From Athens to Corinth,
Or that Caesar could see from Rome
Cleopatra walking by the Nile,
They would judge you insane.
One day old age and death will be extinguished.
They would judge too poet is insane.
MONEY
Dies that has name, not number o Eternal!
The only one you did not feel the solitude!
Always the solidarity of the hands tightening you!
When a day the species finishes, You will see, o God!
Nothing in the Cosmo reach the greatness - neither You! -
Of have been more time inside our soul!
PRINCESS DIANE / NUN TERESA OF CALCUTA
One came down from the highest
To comfort the children, the poors and the sicks.
The other came down a little less
Because already bent upon the humbles.
One at the beginning of the course of life,
The other close to the ribbon of arrival.
They saw in the darkness of our Era
More brethren than other brethren.
Anesthetists - they alleviated pains,
Magicians - they filled millions of empty plates,
Makers - they turned mourning to laughter.
Surely they did not repress the famine and the pain of world.
But they managed all the world
United in the prayer for them.
GANDHI *
You died...
You were reduced to ashes!
Cast into the Ganges
Like the spirit of Christ over the waters...
Had you been buried
Your flesh would have remained intact,
Mummied, as it were,
Even worms seeing your body
Would have fasted, Gandhi,
In holy reverence to him
Who longed so intensely
As spirit never died before
For peace on Earth.
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* Mr. Krishna Kripalani, ex-secretary of Mahatma, want to translate this poem in 13 languages.
INFINITE QUESTIONS
Where did we come from? Where are we going to? Where is God?
Questions marks!
Walking-sticks of blind words...
How did you manage, o heroic humanity,
To preserve lucidity during so many millennia
Without knowing from where you come, what purpose you have, to where you are going?
O dizzy Earth spinning endlessly,
Who could find out a direction in the Infinity?
Even if you saw something ever seen before,
You would never heal your blindness.
There is more impossibility than possibility.
There is more invisibility than visibility.
How many mysteries are there?... The biggest mystery of all!
CINEMA
Embalm History, corpse of the yesterday!
Description of the battles, signatures of peace,
Events of the Eras...
Equalize God! the film is Lazarus:
Resuscitate the whole instant.
Do the supreme cure: that, of the amnesia of the future!
O! tear of our dreams on the screen
Will wet handkerchiefs in the posterity!
"Where are the snows of yore?"
They are in the cinema, Francois Villon.
INTERNET
The Modern Man knows more brothers than the Ancient Man.
The Egoism continues the same.
PHONOGRAPH
Detained the voice of Nature which sounded free!
The voice of the things, of Thunder, of Wind, of Sea...
Robbed the shell the ancient privilege!
Made the dead a ventricle!
TELEVISION
Haste mystery of death
Separating form from matter.
The planes comes from the air twice when it
comes down in the video.
Repeat the biblical miracle
Multiplying the image, bread of the eyes.
Not only God sees us from the invisible!
Desiring the peace, without hurting us
We participate in the battles.
Antipodes see Sun rises and sets at the same time.
GHOST WORLD
We know more than the ancestors
But we live more in the unknown.
Formerly you saw that you talked with,
You touched your similar.
Today you speak without seeing through the telephone.
You listen without speaking through the radio,
You see without being saw or listened on television, in the cinema.
Plane goes across the sky carrying beings you will never know.
Under ground go unknown beings by subways.
Thousands of faces are lost amidst the crowd
in the streets.
O unknown reader!
Many people die to you daily
Why never more you will see them?