Vesper Star

Literary Attempt

<Free Poetry>

Eric Costa e Silva

Coming… Light of tender mastery

Simple in their brilliant voices

Before the birth of my day!

Here! Your verses were on the shelves.

Vesper in the sky marks its value

your light brings us confident verbs;

Here! Adverb is also poetry

Singing voices echo in the yard.

Strong lines of partnership

Universal of the feel of the quadrants

Yeah ... Star! You are also reading,

Choose ... search, sweat and exquisite.

Poetry, stars ... Do they share magic?

Together! The lights inspire, thinkers!

That mark our souls in cry ...

Know, reader? You carry the andor!

When Will You Get Third?

LITERARY ATTEMPTS

<Short Story>

Eric Costa e Silva.

On the chairs of the meeting room of the Araçatubense Academy of Letters (AAL) are Callum and Lauren, both first-time navigators in the world of literature, looking at each other, their attention for long minutes focused on the walls with artistic images of the plastic artist Márcia Porto.

The two note that all literary schools leap from the figures on the walls and, each one of the images, lies in our soul, all the temporal orientations, to the point of dialogue through the paths of the visual arts to give life to the interrelations of the group of member writers and poets. Of the Experimental Group (GE).

The images of Academia Araçatubense of Letters as are from the work of fine arts by Márcia Porto, making these walls a picture of excellence of creations along the paths of many of the living literatures and their prizes linked to the literary institution of the Academia the letters, of which, for years, its members make solid constructions of art in Araçatuba.

Callum, a middle-aged man, shows off his few white hairs. He, used to dealing with the harshness of his uncertainties, regarding his destiny, in the literary fields. Sip the sparkle in the eyes of the young woman in front of you and greet her to kick off a good conversation.

She, a young woman with a determined look spouting a latent verve of rebellion, introduces herself as Lauren and is soon willing to listen to Callum for the time before the Experimental Group Meeting (G.E) begins.

Lauren with a dazzling brilliance full of the desire to understand a little more the dimension of poetry, says:

• Callum, what does it mean to be a poet?

Callum, eye to eye, the old man tries to make himself present and give a good first impression, all so that Lauren does not forget the first day, where the monthly meeting on Tuesday, unites her wishes in verse and prose.

In the act of his response, Callum, prone to pull the sardine to his writings, the old-young man makes it clear, “the poet poem what is in his soul, a single word when entering his day, can be the precise incentive for navigate the feelings of poetry, the poet and poetry being an extension of oneself in permanent contact with the other ”.

Face! Callum I am a beginner poet and in this small trajectory I started to observe “poetry is in the coming and going of the light from the car headlamps along the avenues of Araçatuba, they are also in the stanzas and verses of the ties next to the inspiring traces of old people walking through the alleys of Garden Alvorada.

I go further ... The poet, herald of the days, among humble people take solemnity, its significance by the transport bus stops, urban, Araçatuba (TUA). Being then, a tribe I will find somewhere, in fact, you can find it in every corner of the instructions of the school banks or join shoulders in the groups of poets and writers, just like our Experimental Group (GE)” says Lauren.

Lauren's well-tended hair sets the tone of a new black sun in the room of the Araçatubense Academy of Letters (A.A.L) and Callum is full of the desire to get to know more and more the girl enchanting the night. You can see, the young woman's hands fall lightly on her knees covered with one, jeans that stand out, her legs are white and shapely.

So Lauren “I see the poet as part of the verb poet mar and that verb is to live the traces of a time, where memory observing poetry and poetry supports the poet. Whoever observes, lives with more senses, because she is always present and ready to lead us to ecstasy and also the restlessness of social relationships, whether in individual or collective relationships ”, says, Callum.

Their interest adds to the greater vortex, and is no longer just a literary relationship between Callum and Laurem. As Pierre Was teaches us in the body he speaks, from the gestures and looks, one starts to read the other's body, realizes the mahogany bookcase, full of decorations and friends books from the Araçatubense Academy of Letters.

Callum, even though my story is tinged with joviality, I believe, it is up to us to realize the contingency of “poets being builders of vines from this and other times.

In this exchange of experiences, the mills of metaphors emanate real and abstract realities from the poets together with their roses to fill the voids with their daily sweats.

This exhaling of the smells of the jasmines from the paper to be filled out are companions of poets and their diversities, as a rule, such variables and the varied itinerant human vicissitudes, highlights our meeting. He, too, is poetry, in which, under the cloak of writing, the other is inspiration”, says Lauren.

The writing, the sheet to be filled out, the poetry, the reader and our inspiration is perceived as part of the poet's soul, “when we bless the birds in their song, and we see the sweet word of don't tell me, in their clothes verses to be created, poets are left with the intense wings of the eternal dream of the world of words, always dynamic in the eyes of all.

What is Poetry?

<Short Story>

    Eric Costa e Silva.

Welcome to my lyrics, all, when finding your reading time is a link to unify worlds in a latent gleam of stories panned in the daily life of this his preacher and poet.

In this chronicle you will prowl around every corner of the room in the footsteps of lost poetic prose and under the mantle of “bites”. I invite you to pull out the seat and let the shields of the distances be disarmed and the invisible wand of the mouth close to the prosiest approach.

Sit down! Put on the boots of literary paths, our meeting will always be, an act of belonging to the tribe who likes, reads and who knows obstinately, does or someday, will do literature.

From this space I hope your latent desire to walk in the intricacies of souls emerging from fields of the individual sphere. In it, you will be able to run your reading eyes on the wall lenses, a boat and the heaps of things, whose time allows departure and, at the same time, encounter of shapes, forged, furnace, forced to allow.

Walls and boats, as well as this jumble of things, such as, the vastness of the choices are made by the collectively and the poet. I bet that it goes beyond labels and the poetry flows from the encounter of Ester and Lucius along with the arrangements to send us the clothes of conceiving the shores of this sea to place on our shoulders the answer of what poetry and prose… I will not, to separate!

Lucius, the old man, runs his hands through Ester's hair and lets us know, “poetry and the inspiring old people are made a picture on the wall! When we look at it, it makes us feel the art and, sends us to a world of senses to make us transmute and become, to connote the propensity to have as part of the poetic prose, poetry, the poet and the world to be linked who reads and writes the forged, formed, strong formulations of literature ”.

Pike, a wall is metric, volume, cement, sand, paint, hardware and even with such rigidity. She made the boat in the open sea a dream, as she is part of what the locals call them home, Ester says.

In the poetic notebooks Lucius portrays free poetry, made the home of poets without stanzas and, in the lobby of letters, in the memorial pictures, poetry, they do not have a page on which to write. Even so, many of them make them their sources of life and of socializing and even a cure for ills of the body and soul.

Let us leave the prose, poetry limpid, in the poet's magic we have the pleasure of the poet, portraying the aegis of the charm to be poised. It is worth mentioning, the charm can be beautiful, romantic, conceptual, abstract, as well as it can reveal sadness and social consternation, however, everything will be the result of the observable to take your day, the bite of your computer intervenes.

Esther tends to see literary notes in a way that leads us to a parable, where at sea, ninety poetized souls are on the ship serving their destinations and the search for ports to take root.

As Lucius sees each one of them, they are teaching chapters of secular orders, their paths of hidden images, such as, the faces of the past of the present as well as the two solid bases to follow in righteousness, teach the distinguishing teachings of life like the waves and the surf spots.

Having life in prose, poetry and, literature, made a boat and the waves as our relational passage through other lives, even, beyond our corpse being just another tangle of memories. At one time or another in time, he proposes to us to know the point where the truculence of the waters exposes us to the final point, Esther makes clear by distancing her days in other clicks through the pictures of Lucius' eyes.

She, aware of these tortuous paths, as well as poetry, can decide under the times and cycles of each navigator, not leaving poetry, love, or new hypotheses for a new beginning… Drown in the tide of sameness or even hit the shallow waters of the lack of only, the act of dialogue.

Poetry, a feminine noun to describe temples of the art of composing or writing verses, from which harmonious associations of words, rhythms and images perhaps in this turbulent sea or in the pictures on the walls and the distant return after long strides of leafing through the lights of the lighthouse, ready to avoid our social death on the stones of the acanthus of a text, this narrator shouts again, bites.

This poetics and poet, the bites, you, Lucius and Ester, put on these paths, reading shines in the act. Catharsis or disillusionment of the beginning of the greatness of reason and emotion, an angular metric put on all human and capital work.

Each one in its heap, useful, remembered or forgotten are the ones of the necessary social construction. So, read ... Add and poetic your boat, paint your wall or just ... Read and build Peace!