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

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