A special thanks to the girls who inspired me to write this text by teaching me how beautiful poetry can be: Giovanna Bronze, Laís Mello, Camila Brandão, Rafela Putini, Natália Barão, Luiza Bortolatto, Giulia Garcia and Cecília de Abreu.
Poetry is a way to get things off our chest
It is relief, structure, soul and heart
Put it on a paper give us a rest
Because it’s nothing, but art
To write is an inner need
A way to externalize our craziness
Poetry means talk to me
The world needs more dreaminess
We talk about what we feel
How extraordinary can ordinary be
That’s the way we like to deal
That’s the way we set us free
A poem can send messages in playful way
Even when it is subliminal
It is a space where you can play
Where words are critical
I could say It is a refuge from the world
You could say it is everything we allow to be
Poetry is what you heard and observed
It encompasses everything we live
Sometimes it is a scream
That exposes feelings and summarize sensations
Poetry is not a thing
It is about our relations
There are no rules inside them
We can use as an exhaust valves
It says who I am
Without taking any halves
Contrasting, converging or complementing views
We can give our own meaning to all
To read again after we grew
It is always there for you to recall
Words touch people in a different way
It doesn’t need many, to make everything okay
Sometimes we feel so hard, we need to throw away
No matter how, we just need to say
Everything can be used as inspiration
Study, work, home, love and friends
To express feelings that are not restricted to a conversation
In which we cannot be comprehended
To write is an individual process
But it can perpetuate in other minds
Sometimes someone’s head is just a mess
And it’s necessary other one to unblind
Poetry is an art produced by feelings
It is to mull over big themes
To abstract ourselves from life and give new meanings
It’s not as easy as it seams
Our thoughts are our guides
To see, to listen, to smell is enough
You can get a ride
C’mon… It’s not that tough
A paper can be our world
A pen our imagination
If you try, I swore
You’ll be addicted to this sensation