Poetry in the Evening with Mário de Andrade

We know that there are many benefits of getting a full night’s sleep. Sleep boosts our immune system, increases personal productivity, strengthens our heart and elevates our well-being.

Poetry has a meditative quality that invites a calmness to our mind and body. Reciting poetry aloud evokes a gentleness of spirit, a willingness to let the day pass into evening, to accept the embrace of night.

The Valuable Time of Maturity

I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.

I have more past than future.
I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies.
The first ones, he ate ungracious,
but when he realized there were only a few left,
he began to taste them deeply.

I do not have time to deal with mediocrity.
I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.

I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit
the most able, to usurp their places,
coveting their seats, talent, achievements and luck.

I do not have time for endless conversations,
useless to discuss about the lives of others
who are not part of mine.

I do not have time to manage sensitivities of people
who despite their chronological age, are immature.

I cannot stand the result that generates
from those struggling for power.

People do not discuss content, only the labels.
My time has become scarce to discuss labels,
I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry…
Not many candies in the bowl…

I want to live close to human people,
very human, who laugh of their own stumbles,
and away from those turned smug and overconfident
with their triumphs,
away from those filled with self-importance,
Who does not run away from their responsibilities ..
Who defends human dignity.
And who only want to walk on the side of truth
and honesty.
The essential is what makes
life worthwhile.

I want to surround myself with people,
who knows how to touch the hearts of people ….
People to whom the hard knocks of life,
taught them to grow with softness in their soul.

Yes …. I am in a hurry … to live with intensity,
that only maturity can bring.
I intend not to waste any part of the goodies
I have left …
I’m sure they will be more exquisite,
that most of which so far I’ve eaten.

My goal is to arrive to the end satisfied and in peace
with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope that your goal is the same,
because either way you will get there too .. ”

Mário de Andrade

Red Roses in a Garden

Welcome to my Reading Room

I Love Reading

Over the past months I have been reading poetry and books out loud to an empty room. Words fill the air with a powerful energy that allows me to experience an deeper understanding of the narrative and a vivid sense of being with the poet or author.

The definition of a reading room is simply a quiet room in a library or museum where you can read and study. I believe that each of us has many reading rooms and are not confirmed to a singular description. With a book in hand, you are in a reading room, whether on a park bench or on a jet 30,000 feet in the air.

Welcome to my virtual reading room.

O! let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more express’d. O! learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.

William Shakespeare from Sonnet 23