GLÓRIA SOFIA

 

GLÓRIA SOFIA

 

Independence

 

Freedom is usually celebrated

In this month of warmth and remembrance

 

It is customary to hear the lashed voices

Caught in the waves of angry breezes

 

The cry is usually sung

And with the whip anthem

The mountains of poverty

 

 

With the arms of poetry

Scream every humanity

That withers the flowers of the islands

 

 

Brave arms are usually applauded

That let the flag dance in the sky

 

 

The emergence of being free chewed

Fear intoxicated by tears.

Sweats swelled the icy hope

 

It is often said that in the end

At the end

The heart sprouts the smile of a free country

 

 

In the lap of volcanoes

Discouraged find

The color of courage

That transposes the revolt

 

Iron and harmonica rebelled

Against authority

Established

 

Too human to understand

Thorn in the feet

Ripped hunger eyes

 

Today July 5, 1975

Usually celebrates

The independence of a country

That the wind rests

The secret of the free islands

In the glow of the sea

 

 

Life Is A War

 

Hurry swallows’ novels

Dreams chewed by history

From a dry an anxious womb

 

Someone broke the vase

Before the roses wither

The liquid from the orbits

Feed the love

 

Life is a war

Infantile insomnia

Hit me in the soul

From the fingers he learns

Wet land words

Words of comfort

Acceptance words

Words that embrace

Pushing words

Words that don't cry

Bankrupt words

Words of crumbs

 

Life is a war

We are in a field

Of mined words

 

Music explodes

Rips out hope

Break the eyes

 

Mom mom mom

Life is a war

But I am the victory

I am triumph

I am the mother on the battlefield

I'm the mother in the boxing ring

 

Life is a war

Roses bleed us in words

The shotguns of chocolates

Lasagna wrapped in my ego

 

Life is a war

The leaves remain green

Greens of withered hope

Green without a red smell.

 

I'm at war with life

Experiences with broken hands

Grab my shoulders

 

Refuse, refuse and refuse

Believing that love hurts you

 

I refuse, I refuse to believe

In everything that doesn't make me smile

 

Life is a war

Of emotions, of fear

To stop loving

 

Life is a war

And I am the Glory

Daughter of Vitória.

 

 

 

You Are

 

You are what I invent

You're the night in my cold hands

You are time in my eyes

You are the day when I miss you

You are calm and I am fear

You are the dictation and I am the mistake

You are the laugh and I am the laughter

You are afternoon and I'm the waiting

You are the memory dressed in gray

And I am the covered body of the past

I am the cry of waiting and you are

The silent smile

I am the delusion of the future and

you are tomorrow dead

I am the dawn and you are the late

It's you and me without us ever

 

GLÓRIA SOFIA