Dream talk and breathing exercises

At precisely that point,

I removed you from dream
and lived.

MARKET PLACE

O meu lugar feliz - mercado municipal de Belo Horizonte

– uma vez feirante, sempre feirante! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My happy place in hometown – the city market –

once a farmer’s market vendor, always a market vendor!

SIDEWALKS & STREET CURBS

SIDEWALKS

 

All she wanted was a clear explanation for their lack of sidewalks and their sidekicks, the street curbs.

Important intersecting segments where people meet, walk and promenade, the sidewalks.  And the curbs, where they sit and talk, all bullshit and bragging is exchanged, all serious story told.

 

 

 

"Why these people live without sidewalks?" the crucial question.  

 

Excerpts from The stories for childwoman, a play by Erica Weick

 

CALÇADAS

Naquele tempo tudo que ela queria era uma explicação clara pela ausência das calçadas e de seus companheiros, os meio fios.

Segmentos importantes de interseção onde as pessoas caminham. E os meio fios onde as pessoas se agacham, sentam e batem papo, onde os exageros, as besteiras e todas estórias sérias se encontram.

 

 

“Porque essa gente vive sem calçadas?” 

 

 

 

Texto de "Stories for Childwoman, a play", 2010, Erica Weick, USA

 

TALKING BUTTERFLIES

AS BORBOLETAS FALANTES

 

The Papago, native North Americans, tell us in a legend,

that once upon a time, the Creator felt sorry for the children when he realized that their destiny was to grow old, fat, blind and to die.

So he collected the fountains for the most beautiful colors of the universe, the flowers, the leaves, the sun, the skies,  mixed and bundled them up in a package, as a gift for the children.


When they opened it up, the butterflies, colorful and enchanting flew out in song, much to the delight of the children. 

And fright by the song birds, who jealous, protested and petionned the Creator.

Here we have it, we got what we got.

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/HowTheButterfliesCameToBe-Papago.html

 

 

Os Papagos, índios norte americanos, explicam que a tempos atrás, o Criador teve pena das crianças, quando se deu conta de que o destino delas era mesmo o de envelhecer, engordar, ficarem mancas, cegas e morrer.

Daí que êle pegou as fontes de tôdas as côres mais belas, das flôres, do sol, das folhas, do céu.

 

Misturou tôdas dentro de um pacote e as deu de presente as crianças.

 

Quando elas abriram o pacote, dali voaram as borboletas, coloridas e encantadoras.

 

Note-se bem que naquele tempo as borboletas também cantavam, para delícia das crianças e grande espanto dos passarinhos.

 

Êstes finalmente se reuniram em comício e reclamaram junto ao Creador.

 

E deu no que deu…

 

 

 

TERCEIRIZADA VILA GLOBAL

Terceirizada vila global

Quisera eu ser a porteira dessa vila global

            de condomínio fechada, tropical e complicada,
                        nesse primeiro, segundo, terceiro mundo?
            Ou seria só no quarto?

Quisera eu ser a porteira desse futuro,
sindicalizada, protegida e abraçada.
porteira louca desse bordelo ecológico,
            de condomínio fechado

Testemunha passageira e temporária
Nessa vila global
dos budismos de nossas madames
e dos nossos capitães.
 

Capital Buddhisms for madams and for men

Wish I were the gatekeeper to this condominium of closed gates

this global village.
Low paid and silent witness to the ins and outs
In bundles of beige enlightened pastel organic
360 cotton color coordinated linens washed
where S.U.V. meets Mercedes for tennis and Thai meets Chi for chai
and George trades flavors with Missy while Ted plays golf with Peg
who knows all about it and meditates.

Incensorial ginger ginseng pill popper global village
of closed gates.
Wish I had joined the union of gatekeepers,
card carrying member by now,
Wish I were professionally well defined.
Wish I had an uniform, uniformity,
clear expectations, cigarette smoking, boredom and everything.
Wish I belonged.

Wish I were the irrevocable porter for this caravan
            The one who carried and inventoried the material possession
The super for this condominium
The keeper of the keys for the closed gates,
in this the first
or could it be the second, maybe the third? the fourth of my worlds?

Wish I were the temporary mad wandering clearing house witness

unreliable gatekeeper to this ecological bordello
the soothing puppeteer
to the capital buddhisms
of our madams and our men.

 

 

SHADOWS/ SOMBRAS

Working through sadness/ Trabalhando a tristeza