Life Poems, Poems for Life by Celino

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by Celino



We live rurally,

but we exist townlly.

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The existence should generate profit.
Death marks the closure of being`s accounts
and they shall present, that hour,

one philosophically positive balance.

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I am a skilled existent,
a venerating master on this ancient art;
but as a living one
I rub mediocrity,
I always revealed severe difficulties
and I feel I'm hopelessly doomed

to a existential failure.   

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Existing is a casino game.

And in case of misfortune
rests to us the little suicide
in cramped and elusive terrace,
whose door opens directly,

to the fate...

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Living is just living, nothing else.

Only fully we live

and that is tiring, like always being.

There would be some intermediate stage

within this un(e)xisting ?

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Whenever a group of bureaucrats leaves the office

and moves poetically to the port
the sea decides toasting them, reciprocate the provocation,
and soaking the well-cut suits,
by one or two mythical waves

which he seems to have stored for that purpose.


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Do you pretend walk and live,

expose yourself to the healing of the elements
or, alternatively, in the library you rest,
existing for books and calculations
as one who cultivates vessels

instead of large cornfields?


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There are delightful existences,

easy to live;

other are philosophically unpalatable


that no being can overcome.


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If I do nothing in order you to take, by chance and luck,

nothing done, so true,
so take it as false, double,
by thinking about it and not doing it,

for not wanting to let you see it.


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The weather bothers like rain. It's like if it rains forever.


It suffocates and oppresses like a permanent lover,

a heavy air where we soak,

immersed of existing.


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Stationed at the frontier

we found that nations and people change smoothly,
this is a brackish region
as the waters of an estuary ,

where the sea and the river consort.


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We've walled the country against the sea

and he got altercated!
Even more furiously the sea assaults now our shores
 – walled country-

as a beast caged by nations.


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Exterminate the emotion as a worm.


Love as a sly and cunning General,

a captain who does not navigate

but just moves over the sea.


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Solicit a life extension

to respective God,
as an addendum to the living contract;

as days we have are insufficient


to exist whatever we want.


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While dealing
we listen in background the music of dealing and existence
the mythical sea`s swell

as a philosophical radio station.


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Not interfere with destiny

because the damage will be more severe
than if, accidentally,

nothing we do.

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