neold, bruno nobru

neold · bruno nobru

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neold

reunion of excerptsnew and old

revisited

bruno nobru

2011


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no copyright

is free to total or partial reproductionfor non-commercial usesplease quote the name of author

the access to cultureneed to be free of luxuries and deprivationbecause culture is everyone's right

neolda reunion of old and new excerptsbruno nobruindependent publicationpouso alegre, minas gerais, brazil2011


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I don't write poemsbut fragments of landscapes

any stretchis a risk

a chance to artand life


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all that is visible has to expand beyond yourself

to penetrate in the invisible


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this timewho runs and hits

part of me goesand part in me

in echoes and shards

. . .

I come back another


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no longer know if it's Monday or Wednesdayday or night

things happen happening ..

reading can beso inventiveas writing

I think that I'm a monkey or a wolf,I watch the citywhen I walk


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life is happeningall the time

a hour in a placeand other in another

wherever ..in a constant

negation and affirmationof myself

between doubts and hitsI path and I try

to respect the silenceand look at stars

flow like the sea


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with few words the syllabes are licking

with many they spread


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I think about a wayand choose another

when I travel, I feel birdsome moments I want to drop everything

the flexibility and creativityenter in doubt

and followsomewhat distant from the ground

living with different personalitieswith the invisible inside and outside

drawing abstract sensations

seeking powerdreaming without borders

between aquariums and seas


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walking turned letterfell scribble

only remains the soundthe dustempty

nothing existential


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between fossils and concretethe objectivity laughs

it makes me abstractand becomessomething environment

a curved of us

I felt the crazy breezeattached to my plasmaand the hand writepie


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EACH BEING IS

IN HIS TIME

IMMERSED

ITSELF


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things are going to make doingon connections between people and objectsconnections between me and myself

all modes of subjectivity are lawfuleach person is a planetwith spaces, territories, expansionflying over a pluriverses landscapegoing from one to another experience

the experiences are mixed with the lifeand we are intertwined with peerswith the seas and the worldhowever this appears to be unclean

roots, branches and crossings,what happens between birth and deatheach one with its time to live and to pause


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between me and youhave much morethan me and you

what transforms uswhat makes us

another-me and another-you

strange beings


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as littleSO

things stillUNFINISHED

coverSTIFF


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those phrases readythose looks

those laughs

those ways of being and acting in every moment

those readywhich I don't belong

who takes care of myself in some situations

to be or not to be isn't the issuethere is much more in life than buying

it's easy to like who likes what we likeswho believes like we believes

I want to see make shit in the woodsfall of man

lost the gameovercome the risk


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LIVING IS URGENT!


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we are an enigma to ourselvesbetween processes to make and unmakeinternal and external nodes

as a puzzle-bodywho disrupts and rearranges in becoming

responsibility of the dog is the catfree person respects your freedom and otherevery artist has a somewhat unusual

among the many creatures that dwell in meI am the phlegm from bruno(my own parasite)


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if I describe myself in wordsI'll be classified in things that I'm not

becouse I'm not born wordsneither became words

I am and I'm being somethingthere is no way to describe

but by itself

no way to qualifiesbecause if qualifyI leave to be fluidand become static


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I don't want to read booksI prefer to smell them

I also smell colorsto see the wave that rolls

of all animalsthe human-alienated is the most beastI get tired about thiswho leaves to be usedto the machinery of commerce and the state


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an antisocial, mutantbetween grunts and runts

I prefer the fewwho walk

from disgust to pointsmallpox, misery

senses in the air ..

while cells processmitosis and meiosis

my body regurgitates[naga rama]


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left me the painto give me what I deserve

in given ardor to seethe face who gnaws

the rest of my head


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we think we know how we arewe think who know

and how to act in every situation

and we forget that life is changeand that we change

then we realize thats knowledge isn't so goodbecause each situation is a situation

and each moment leads toanother moment


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when my writing has not commitment with me

then it will be free


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we are allflour from the same nothing


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passion fruit garageambulance, cabbage

something ...

I'll be waiting you in the air

not needsay anything


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the word was choking menow I prefer silence

I'm tired of theoriesI will observe earthworms


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the write is an expansion of the individualwhat is his own

there are no limits to expand and internalizethe time is not spent

is to lived


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it's not mine, nor hisbut of all the mutant

mix-ed who we are


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bruno nobru

between processesto beand become

creatingand re-creating

possibilitiesof artand life

contato

www.brunonobru.net – page on the [email protected] – eletronic mail


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little or nothing serve to read this bookif the reading doesn't cause a change itself

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