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Purple flower


Friendship is like a surprising little gift and a delicate vase of pretty flowers.

You can’t always carry it around with you, but true friendship never leaves you.
You can spend a lifetime next door or move far away, fly long distances and perhaps even never return. But true friendship stays, imprinted in your mind and soul, reminding you of its beautiful happy colors and the sweet fragrance of kindness and generosity.
True friends are rare, but once you find them, nothing can sweep them away.

Time will pass, but the very thought of their existence in your life will aways bring a smile to your face. True friends tell the truth, but they will never be the reason of your tears. True friends transform things, places, tastes, smells and colors into indescribable memories of unique times, joy and love. Thank you dear friends, who didn’t let go of my hand in times of uncertainty. 
You know who you are.

I know too.
❤️
Hyvää syntymäpäivää Ulla.

The dress


Difícil mesmo é, depois de tudo,

encontrar delicadeza para rendas e laços

Buscar por cores que exprimam

Com doçura,

Serenamente

A dor de tudo que já se perdeu.

Hoje dormem encarcerados homens inocentes

Enquanto brindam corruptos

A certeza da impunidade.

O mundo está surreal

Mas a arte segue

Mentindo

Abstraindo

Assistindo calada

O fracasso do que é bom.

No triunfo do que nem devia existir

Seguimos registrando figurativamente

Nossa própria mediocridade

Nossa ignorância

Nossa passividade

Diante do mal e do feio.

Caminhamos abnegadamente

Obstinadamente

Covardemente

Para o abismo.

Nem todas as sutilezas do mundo 

são capazes de suportar 

tamanha insensatez.

Prosseguimos mudos

Vazios, catatônicos

Ou simplesmente alheios.

Postando selfies

Acumulando “likes”

Expondo nossa própria

Banalidade e embriaguez.

Persistimos na absurdidade

na obtusidade

dos assuntos alheios

das opiniões

nos achismos

Mecânicos, induzidos, seguimos

Na cegueira voluntária

Na fé paralisante do gado

No ego exacerbado do espelho.

Transformando em notícia 

aquilo que já a ninguém interessa

Toca

Convence.

Comove.

Seguimos incrédulos.

Brutalmente despertos 

enquanto assistimos a carne que expira.

Ouvindo o ensurdecedor barulho

do silêncio dos isentos, 

que de isentos nada têm.

Nada tem.

Nunca tiveram.
Luciana Mariano (c)
*****
Harsh indeed it is, after all we’ve been through,

finding enough tenderness for laces and ribbons

Searching for colors that are able to express

Kindly

Serenely

The pain of everything that has already been lost.

Tonight, innocent men are being held in jail

While the corrupt are maliciously toasting

The certainty of their impunity.

The world is a surreal place

and art goes on

cheating

Abstracting

Watching quietly

The failure of good.

In the triumph of what should not even exist

We walk on.

Registering figuratively

our own mediocricy

our blessed ignorance

our raw passivity

before evil and ugly.

We carry on, selflessly

obstinatedly

cowardly

Towards the abyss.

Not all the subtleties of the world

are able to withstand

such foolishness.

We went silent

Empty, catatonic

Or simply oblivious.

Posting selfies

Accumulating likes

Exposing our own

Banality and drunkenness.

We persist in the absurdity

in the obtuseness

of other subjects

of our own opinion

Mechanically, induced,

we follow and obey.

In voluntary blindness

In paralyzing fear, like cattle

Morbid egos before the mirror.

Transforming into relevant 

What no long matters

What no longer touches

What no longer convinces.

Simply doesn’t.

We remain faithless.

Brutally awake

while watching the expiring flesh.

Hearing the deafening noise

of the silence 

of the exempt ones

They have never been exempt.

Not at all.

They never were.
Luciana Mariano (c) 

Purple


A purple cat perhaps

can stand

For whatever differences

We may represent

In this ecological

Diverse

world.

Our uniquenesses

our ideas

and battles

Often speak louder

Than our loudest

Repeated words.

Not easy to live

In a society where

So many speak

But so few say anything

That is worth 

listening.

Colors yell.

They Play

They Whisper

while screaming,

secretly

what they really

want to 

Show.

Even the simplest

And most naive

Purple

Painted cat

Can

Some times

Say: odd is good.

Our differences makes us special

Lovable

Beautiful.

Magical.

free

Empathy for these differences

Makes us better

And allows us

To exist

In a better

Kinder

Softer 

possible world.

Expression

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Do not take for granted
My need for expression
My voice was taken away too many times
My eyes were shut down when I craved most to see
But then I listened to the wind and felt the grass beneath my feet
I saw and sensed colours that spoke so loud and clear
That I understood it all and came to peace
Words can be empty and action is often over rated
My heart and soul can say much more
Through brushes and paint
Than through struggle and tears.

……………………………

Não subestime
Minha necessidade de expessão
Minha voz me foi tirada por muitas vezes
Meus olhos foram fechados quando eu mais precisei ver
Mas ai eu ouvi o vento e senti a grama sob meus pés
Eu vi e senti cores que falavam tão alto e claro
Que eu finalmente entendi e senti paz
Palavras podem ser vazias e ação é geralmente desnecessária
Meu coração e minha alma podem dizer muito mais
Através de pincel e tinta
Do que por força e lágrimas.

……..

PS: forgive my poor english/ perdoem a tradução pobre