Poetry is Liberty
My circumstance led me, at a certain moment, to say no, and to say it in verse,
Affording to a certain rhythm, a certain touch, a certain correspondence of
Sounds and images, ethos, pathos, and logos, instead of a Masonite, a canvas, an easel or a brush.
My circumstance led me, at a certain moment, to say a big no; to a non-historical, poetic, cultural,
One that did not presume perhaps some naivety; a great conviction about the alchemical power of the word, by a time marked by utopias, where had not yet been the loss of meaning
And the advent of the age of emptiness,
A song of language and time, in the form of no and poetry.
Like something that was in the air, which could be heard without hearing.
There were a rhythm, a metaphor, and the urgency to give back to the myths,
A cantabile tone that came from the songs of friends, songbooks, and Shakespeare,
Who inspires the rhyme by feather pen and a higher EQ.
Likewise, I am here to search for a new unity,
Trying the attempt to reconcile expression and communication
Under penalty of poetry becoming a specialty for specialists,
This will make you lose all sense of wandering and demand, sharing, and circulation.