The small one grew big
The big one retreated to its insignificance
The smell is of fear
Death knocks at the door
They take our roots, leaves fall, tears roll
They turn their backs
Decorated ghettos
They turn up the sound, turn on the TV, internet, Netflix, gourmet kitchen
The hope is great to forget the end that this story can bring.
Malu Rogers
Nobody asked to be born, we were thrown into this world.
As children, we played together.
The most beautiful garden is the colorful one.
Different species grow alone.
Without weeds, leaves are born, flowers bloom.
Who divided us?
Who labeled us?
Who dictates the rules?
Who spreads terror?
The health of the garden doesn’t depend on color.
It’s about weeds, about good and evil, hate and love.
Malu Rogers
Dinner Out
Sitting at the table
Wine, cigar
So-and-so, such-and-such
Parties, boats
Hotel, trips
House, furniture
Bags, shoes
Many friends,
I have them, you don’t
Time’s up
Lost your appetite
In pajamas, barefoot
Stepped on the ground
Woke up to life
Malu Rogers
White-Headed Child
I feel alone, empty and lonely,
So many around,
Huge emptiness
I would fly if I had wings,
I would return
I don’t know where to go,
I dive into the colors,
I prefer not to see
I play hide-and-seek
Until I forget
I circle among them,
Thinking of the flowers, the paintings,
How foolish they are
The sky is beautiful, birds
fly
Malu Rogers
Santa Paradinha
Disappear to return, take a break
Stay in your own space, observe
Stay in bed, think about life
Find yourself
Discover who is worthwhile, who was worthwhile
Who never was worthwhile, who is no longer worthwhile
Read books, enjoy yourself
Respect yourself, awaken
Escape the annoying people
The mischievous women, the trickery
Look at the sky, look in the mirror
Gather courage
To be yourself, to return
Face the world
How and when
And in whatever way you want
Malu Rogers
Last dive,
blue sky, your eyes, the sea
We ran on the sand,
today we walk slowly,
hand in hand, afraid of stumbling
We stopped, our gaze
nothing was said
We walked,
we counted, I sang
one, two, three and go
The rest is a secret,
only mine,
of my first love
Far beyond, in another life
a next encounter
in the sea
Malu Rogers