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Mário Flecha – The Author/O Autor
Brazilian-Canadian, from Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil. Living in Alberta, Canada, since 2001. The blog is yours. If you enjoy it, please, help promoting it among your friends.
The greatest joy of writing, besides writing, is to be read.
Brasileiro-canadense, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil, vivendo em Alberta, Canadá, desde 2001. O blog é seu. Se você gostar, por favor, ajude a promovê-lo entre seus amigos. O maior prazer de escrever, além de escrever, é ser lido.
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Recent Posts Recentes
- Dilar Dirik: Patriarchy, Fascism and Capitalism
- Spring Over Ashes * Primavera Sobre Cinzas – Hardcover Version – Versão Capa Dura or/ou ebook
- Spring Over Ashes * Primavera Sobre Cinzas – Paperback Version – Versão Brochura or/ou ebook
- Words of the Wind – The Video of the event
- Poetry Beyond Borders: Words of the Wind – first poetry reading event of Writers Beyond Borders
- Crônicas & Opiniões (entre 1995 e 2000) – muitas publicadas no jornal O Estado de Minas
- Do vendaval
- Yesterday, Today
- The reactionary reacts, but doesn’t act
Texts’ Menu de Textos
- Translation English, Portuguese/Tradução inglês, português
- Made in Canada/Feito no Canadá
- Feito no Brasil/Made in Brazil (mostly in Brazilian Portuguese)
Category Archives: Audio-poem/Áudio-poema
Rain drops shinning. Far away forests are in flame. Still, one can feel the Winter touch. Click the player to listen: Advertisements
to my friends Angélica and Félix, who share the passion for philosophy and poetry Quizá se ve con el corazón y la mente la Poïesis del mundo haciéndose. Perhaps through the heart and mind one can see the Poïesis of the world making itself. … Continue reading
A bridge between time and space The river flows through my eyes. Click the player to listen:
The bus sails the road. Trees zip in front of my eyes. Quiet mountains stand. Click the player to listen:
A nest. The fallen chick. Ants are fast. Click the player to listen:
A moth plays with fire. I can’t touch the peace of things. Click the player to listen:
Zennn ZZZeennnn Sings the Fly under the sun. Click the player to listen:
A name reveals the skin of our mystery. I is a piece of the puzzle. Click the player to listen:
Running among stones a creek plays. Music in my heart. Click the player to listen:
I ride the wind who travels the spaces and waves the trees. I’m the voyager who trips who ravels to know where to know when to know why. I stalk the languages the symbols I hunt to feel a grasp that I belong … Continue reading
A whole world living in and through me. I became the wind that travels the spaces and agitates the canopies of the trees. The sky became my home, up in the air, above any grounds, lost among languages and symbols … Continue reading
Frugal life, frugal living, enlightened by adrenaline and endorphin. Click the player to listen:
Making the invisible visible. Writing. Click the player to listen:
To Socrates, Plato, and Fernando Pessoa The poet is a pretender, doesn’t learn, doesn’t remember Just pretends what really is. Click the player to listen:
Tonight I swear I can hear the silence I can touch the void Click the player to listen:
………………Silence sound silence sound silence…………………………… There is the fact. All the rest lies in the eye of the beholder. Click the player to listen:
A couple sleeping. Winter darkness Snow blankets their landscape. Click the player to listen:
Moonlight on snow. The wings of a dead moth Dry leaves in the cold breeze. Click the player to listen:
Sunny Alberta. Underneath a blue sky A Cree fellow decrees his fate. Inner city fatality. Click the player to listen:
After playing a role in all-morning-spent-on-bureaucratic-turf A lone walk and lunch at Commodore brought me back A truce in the world. Click the player to listen: