"I THINK,

SOON,

EXIST "

I

The truth

Cartesian

Teach us

What is thirst

And the hunger,

Like the fire

Or the light

Which leads us,

That enlightens us,

In the dark night

And dense

When you cross

The savannah

Tropical from my (our) land,

That warms us

The face,

Day

After day.

II

The fast

In Cupilum,

In Cutum,

made me

a

Man

Not afraid

By the evidence,

Even by abstinence,

Having the conscience

Hardness

Of the experience

Daily

In nature

Of my (our) existence.

III

... (...) (...)

IV

My existence,

It is the requirement

Given any occurrence

Daily.

If I exist,

It's because yet

I have thought

about life,

About hardness

From nature,

About everything

What grieves me

In this world

Full of hypocrisy,

Full of fantasy.

V

All

it's relative

In this world

Goal,

In this world

Concrete,

In this world

Of each being

Alive

In any

Score.

SAW

Not worth it

Underestimate reality

Earthly

In friendship

that we established

One with the other

In any meeting,

Whatever

Off site

Where we meet.

VII

Today,

My mind,

Reflects

What truly

And effectively

Exist

In touch

To my luck

In the globalizing society

And "Nietizante"

VIII

I think

I reflect

To everything you say

respect

In the thick

From everything I've ever done

And I do

And I'm never (no)

And I'm

Happy!

IX

Everything is "blurry"

In this (my) walk,

Or is it "predestination"

From this citizen,

From this "boy"

African,

Second Calvin?

X

In these

Lines

"Loose",

I searched for mine

Rounds

On this planet,

through my tool

Favorite:

The writing.

XI

Finto

My pains

In which I sit,

Because I am a "slave",

And so, I paint

And I write.

CATUJAL (WEDNESDAY, 00H46 MINUTES), SEPTEMBER 03, 2014.

KANKAMBAL MATTOS