"manuela" poems
Life is nothing more than madness.
Probably there is no karma, no right, no wrong.
It's all a bunch of mechanic or random probabilities fighting against emotions, which are simply chemical reactions happening in our brain. Often good people get bad things, bad people get good things.
Simple: no meaning, no reasons.
We have these curious habits to give life some meaning just because we want some sort of reward for our efforts.
We put effort in things because inside and deeper each one of us is a dreamer, even the most skeptical man on earth.
But we should go through madness first, to get rid of our inner-fake-dreamer, to unlearn the ********* we have been told from birth and to re-learn how to dream properly, with the help of a less magic but different truth.
If we decide to go through madness we need to know we may not come out sane from it, and sometime we will have left just that little bit to keep going and survive. If we succeed we will understand that there is nothing to win, nothing to lose, that is all about perception and everything is a cyclic succession of experiences to use wisely.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
A Massey Fergie tractor
An old VW beetle
A worn out pair of boots
Manuela the 3 legged dog, and Senora
In their humble tumble home
The small concession to modern life
Just a mobile phone
Nothing special here
No status or wealth is evident
I love you Senor Mujica!
You do not change your way of life
Just because you're President
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Diving into yourself.
This is what you need.
Diving every day into the soft and sharp sides of your soul.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
An Eternal Shrugging of the Shoulders
I am writing this poem in the dark
this is why I apologise to all who will read it
some words might overlap
others
some letters might remain flat
I know my message risks to arrive truncated
to its addressee
for that matter I feel how some lines are liquefying
as if my eye itself flows in them
presumably in the day when light will come back
this page will be a heap of signs
a hill lodged by ants
or even by more evolved beings capable
of praying
however, the drama I have lived
will remain without a voice
the secret I wanted to hand down to you
with this poem
will be an eternal shrugging of the shoulders
Matei Visniec
translated by Manuela Chira
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
Suffering is not an excuse to justify your lack of action.
Suffering is the fuel you have to burn to reach your next goal.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
We do not fight to become perfect but to perfect our imperfection.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
I'd like to dig into your dreams and discover which colors they are made of. Every morning, the echo of your smile jumps straight to the sky and, during the night, it falls to the ground like firefly rain.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
There will always be a moment in life in which we need to make some choices and understand on which side to stand. To bury your head in the sand means you are killing your own essence. To make a choice means giving some time to your soul to build a shell of dignity.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Most of our best choices have a past of wrong ones.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Time is wrapped in stars.
The moment is saved, cradled in the arms of Eternity.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
Otherwise known as Rosie Palm and her 5 sisters. Girl you too much... your sweet love gives me blisters.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC