Cabra marcado para morrer

Autorretrato de Gustave Courbet

Tem dia que parece que tudo padeceu

Que o sol não quis brilhar para mim

E nem para os outros quis deixar o riso meu

Tem dia que a companhia é mais triste que a solidão

Que o céu fica nublado somente sobre mim

E nem a lua dos loucos me joga mais seu clarão

Tem dia que a cachaça desce ainda mais amarga

Para levar seu dia-a-dia de máquinas

Levando nas costas a desumanizadora carga.

Tem dia que a dor está obstinada a te vencer

E este dia, meus caros, este dia

É que o cabra escolhe para morrer.

Cael Soares

SURVIVE

When I wanted to walk
They cut my legs
So learn to fly
When I wanted to be free
They imprisoned me
So learn to sing

When I wanted to sing my freedom
They silence my song
So learn to dream

When they wanted to destroy my dream
They killed me
So I survived in my poetry


Cael Soares

A Picture, a world

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I see a man

He is a sad man or his happiness doesn’t exist in this world

I see other men too

They don’t see the sad man

They don’t want to see

They are not interest

The modern world doesn’t have eyes for a sad man

But the sad man doesn’t see people too

He can’t see this world

The world that he sees is another

He is blind

He is playing music from his world

His fingers press the accordion’s key

Is that play the own soul in melody?

It’s a sad song of a sad man

The people be afraid to see their reflect on this man

He is the mirror of humanity

This is a sad world that doesn’t want to listen to this song,

It’s music

Cael Soares