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Dicere Aude

Ousa dizê-lo, ousa partilhá-lo! Não porque pretendo incendiar o mundo, mas porque pretendo deixar o meu coração incendiar-se.. e lentamente deixar fluir um pouco por palavras aquilo que me vai dentro, no pensamento e no coração! Escrever é isso!

Dicere Aude

Ousa dizê-lo, ousa partilhá-lo! Não porque pretendo incendiar o mundo, mas porque pretendo deixar o meu coração incendiar-se.. e lentamente deixar fluir um pouco por palavras aquilo que me vai dentro, no pensamento e no coração! Escrever é isso!

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Hoje é um dia carregado de sentimento histórico, um dia que todos deveriamos tirar para pensar no nosso passado, no nosso presente e no nosso futuro. Há 70 anos foi a liberação daquele que foi o maior campo de concentração da História - Auschwitzt . As reflexões que este tema me trazem são inúmeras, mas vou tentar partilhar algumas. Não sou especialista da II Guerra nem pretendo ser, mas é um tema que me interessa, e muito. Tendo vivido na Alemanha, visitado a Polónia, o museu de Anne Frank, em Amsterdão, e o memorial do Holocausto, em Paris, não posso deixar de dizer que sinto a história daqueles que sofreram de uma forma diferente do que quando apenas lia e estudava nos livros de História. Conheci alemães que viveram a Guerra na sua pele, contaram-me histórias de como passavam fome, de como lutavam para sobreviver. Conheci polacos da era da guerra e do comunismo, e ainda hoje se sente, especialmente nos mais velhos, um certo desprezo pelos alemãs e pelos russos. As marcas que a guerra deixou foram negras, e ainda não foram totalmente superadas. Eu quero e muito homenagear todas as vitimas deste passado negro. Queria poder dizer que isto ficou no passado, mas, infelizmente, as noticias que os jornais nos trazem não são as melhores. O neo-nazi desperta-se numa nova forma, o terrorismo atinge o seu auge, vivemos numa era de crise, no entanto continuamos a ser indiferentes. Indiferentes aos milhares de mal que ainda presenciamos em pleno século XXI. Crianças que continuam a morrer de fome, sem ter um teto decente onde dormir., pessoas que não podem ficar nas suas terras de origem, ou porque são obrigados a fugir devido às guerras civis ou porque a crise que veio os obriga a imigrarem. Se não ferimos e matamos com armas de fogo, ferimos e matamos com indiferença. Um dos testemunhos que presenciei no museu de Anne Frank foi que "deviamos continuar a educar para os valores da paz e do amor, e insistir nisso, queremos acreditar que isto (o Holacausto) nunca mais voltará a acontecer, mas é preciso cortar o mal pela raiz, porque tudo pode voltar a acontecer". Infelizmente a História se repete. O meu profundo pesar às vitimas do Holocausto e àqueles que ainda têm este trágico capítulo da nossa História nas suas memórias.

 

 

Tarde chegaste

"Junto aos rios da Babilônia sentamo- nos a chorar,

com saudade de Sião.

Nos salgueiros que lá existiam,

pendurávamos as nossas harpas,"

Salmo 137, 1-2

 

 

Quando chegaste,

Nada encontraste

Os cânticos, há muito haviam soado

As lágrimas?

Não te sei dizer,

Penso terem-se escorrido nos telhados da incerteza

 

Porque tarde chegaste

As arpas, outrora penduradas,

Há muito haviam sido utilizadas,

A dança, que ao seu ritmo se mexia

Há muito que silenciara o seu movimento

 

Porque o rio corre mansamente

As águas que deixaste passar

Com elas a ansiedade levou

 

Estrangeiro, outrora fui,

Mas nada me fora mais estranho

Do que a tua própria ausência

 

Nas suas enxutas margens,

Este rio, que em mim flui,

Uma flor, lentamente brota,

Desenhando um sorriso

Que há muito teimava desbordar

 

Jocilene Lima 26.01.2015

 

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Uncomfortable Soul

Uncomfortable Soul... winds whispering...
and then a peaceful breeze, lying in a quiet blue sea…

 

Uncomfortable soul…desires breathing

And then whirling round and round, powerfully

 

In the deep heart of the ocean

An uncomfortable soul, wishing

 

In my memory… shreds of hope…

A zephyr brought to me, taking me away

 

In a leap of faith, one to one, jumping then

Aimlessly grabbing the skirts of obloquy

 

Uncomfortable soul… hardly blowing

Notes of violin, smoothly flowing to it

 

Jocilene Lima, 25-01-2015

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Night Dance

Flames emerging from a Magic Lamp
Igniting desires in an endless time
Sparkling them into an infinite sky
Shades of green, red and indigo
In a dance of forever in love

Deep inside a trustless soul
Against the spectre, in awe,
Worshiping my true lady starlit
Absorbed in a corona of delight

Magnetic as a true winter, the moonlit
Collapsing in a spiral of storms
In a spectacle of never seen
A galaxy of gold and purple, born

Alluring me to chase them,
Night after night, winter after winter,
Those overhead lights
The breaking dawn of my faith

Jocilene Lima, 21-01-2015

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Cast in Shadow

Title: Cast in Shadow
Author: Jocilene L.
Word Count: 498 

 

(This is my first short story ever, it was first published on the Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company!, on Goodreads, on this same day)


As I walked through the Friedhof*, the funeral had been long over. I could only hear the birds’ song. What the hell was a bird doing here? I kept walking; the earth was still smooth, for most of the work would be done in the next couple of days.

I discovered his picture on the left. Smiling at me; like that day in the church. I started crying immediately; and could barely help it. A thousand memories invaded me: our first date, our first kiss, our first stroll on the beach and sunset… My heart was broken, my stomach was in pain. The butterflies I was feeling now no longer comparable to those I used to feel back then.

I sat there, right in front of him, stared at him for a very long, long time…. He stared at me, of course, smiling. Gorgeous smiling, as if it was the only thing he could do.

“You know” – I said. “I’m crying, it’s true, but you're no longer here”. “So, tell me: why are you still smiling? I finally put you there, there where you well deserve it. You stole away my happiness the day you walked into that church, smiling…” I took a deep breath so I could go on. “What the hell had gone through your mind? I couldn't imagine you were capable of such a thing, my own brother; my own brother stole away the man of my life, the man of my dreams… why? Why?”

Then I turned to the right… he was also there. Not smiling, not saying nice words to me; not saying anything at all. He was as serious as ever. I took another deep breath. Then I said: “I thought you were the man of my dreams, I thought you were the one I’d been waiting for my whole life…” I looked into the sky, and then kept going: “but it was always a lie, the most horrible lie of my life…” “You used me… you just wanted to get closer to him… son of a bitch."

One moment I was talking to them, the other the police were there, saying: “Miss Mackenzie, you are under arrest for double homicide.” They grabbed me and they took my hands with violence, putting those nasty handcuffs on me, I didn’t care. As they started taking me away, I looked back. There, right between their pictures I saw the gun: the gun I'd used to kill them on their honeymoon. I hit the cops with my feet, as strong as I could, and then I hit them with the handcuffs… both of them fell to the ground. I ran as fast as I could, hastily grabbed the gun and pointed the arm into my head. I knew I wouldn’t fail it because I’d been training how to shoot since the day I’d discovered the truth. As the police reached me, it was already too late. I had already pulled the trigger and found the peace I’d been longing for…

*Friedhof - It is the German word for cemetery. It was used on purpose.

My golden compass

 

The truth is

      In the North

          I can find it

                  It is Golden

                         And it is mine

       

It is my North,

             my South

                    And my West

                           Why would I go East?

 

The lie is

      I got lost in it

              It was snowing

                     And I could not keep up

 

Inside,

 

Nothing

      but the pulsar of

                A hungry soul

                       Only footprints

                                    I can see

 

And then the Horizon

               A vast horizon of pine trees

                         I see white and green and brown

 

I glance at the sky

             Where would I go?

 

The truth is

      In the north

          A golden compass

                   That lights me up

                                    Its needles

 

Pointed at me.

 

Jocilene 11-01-2015

 

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 photo by me, when I was in Germany and saw the snow for the very first time

 

 

Breathing from another world

I’m a thousand miles away

Still I can hear it breathing

Slowly, engaging, breathtaking

One note more…

And another one

Just flowing

 

A thousand miles away

Yet soft and slow

Slowly breathing,

My mind overwhelmed by dizziness

 

Grabbing me

Dragging me as I was its prisoner

I could not resist

This breathing from another world

That makes me bristle

In wonder

Crying

Slowly

Here in my bed,

All alone

 

I’m a thousand miles away

And I have just this music

Just this music

To take me there

 

Jocilene 12-01-2015

 

 

your eyes

Your eyes grow dim on the oasis
They fade a little …
They dim and fade 
In a mirage of delight…

They fade a little…
‘Till they disappear
They dim and fade 
‘Till there is nothing but tears

Your eyes grow dim in the stars
On the sky, on the infinite…
Because everything that once shined
Will never be forgotten

They dim on a vision
On a vision of a delusion…
And then they fade…
Every single moment 
Less intense…
More distant…
Leaving behind just the longings… 
And the vague idea of having loved them

19.05.2014

In the riddles of love

I found myself lost in the riddles of love

Where no one but you could save me

I searched for a light in the darkness

Some light at the end of all

Some bright side…

And I thought you were the light…

So far… we could not recognize it

It was love…

 It became pain…

But… something deep inside was wrapped

In the lap of some bigger power

Of some bigger love

We found ourselves lost in the riddles of love

And we could not find each other…

Maybe we should call on Daedalus…

Or on Zeus or Aphrodite…

Maybe just the Gods could save us…

Since we found ourselves lost

Lost in the riddles of love,

Wrapped in the lap of looseness!

 

Jocilene Lima, 18-08-2013

 

Pedra Solta...

Pedra solta no deserto

Vento que espalha

solto

os teus cabelos

 

Pés descalços…

Vestido ao léu…

Como se nada te importasse…

 

Teu sorriso resplandecente…

Teus olhos luzentes…

Como se nada te importasse

 

Criança solta…

Criança ao léu…

Porque a liberdade,

os sonhos

O que mais te interessa!

 

Jocilene Lima, 27-03-2014

 

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