Showing posts with label Milton Lima poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milton Lima poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Antidote nothing more to our time

 Antidote nothing more to our time 

13-01-2022

The machine has its advantages. Some will say that this same machine has its disadvantages. What do you think about going little by little, with style so to speak, delating and distilling, and why not, little by little undressing, the machine of our time of poisoning. Controversial and with its dose of scepticism, not by chance, this text must be written in English. The language, the language, that same machine will say that it matters little. I know that very few people in the world (if by chance you want or) if you compare with other languages, do not speak English. But there are things in life that even such a machine is not obliged, again I mean, to understand - no more antidote. 

What is the advantage of giving imagination to the mind of the spirit? And in the phase that 2022, makes itself present in the game, is it an advantage to speak of time, or rather, would it be even not to speak of the machine? In the old way, the machine when it appeared, in full steam, brought with it that love of auditio time. The act of listening is the remedy of our time, against its pre-insertion in the net of pure restlessness, it will bring in silence its cure for anxieties. The scrupulous restlessness that causes anxiety in the permanent game of paying bills, of working without having a day to rest, seems with billet and in the hope of pix, to make you the heir of the indebted being.  

by

Milton Lima



In other words, poetry, you and me

 In other words, poetry, you and me

13-01-2022

I really would like the speak about poetry. I really want to call attention to this world. It’s possible to say that is how if I was diving into my own life profoundly. So, what means poetry my friend? We’re ready for this jump, I hope that yeah.

The inspiration is still the same. Reading the world and interpreting its fragments. Seeing this depends on your time and your desire to deconstruct the world as it is conceived from the outside. From the outside, the world will be what all the creators will tell us it is.

To the extent that we inhabit its interior, we find in ourselves the answers to our searches. Plural will be the future dreams that we create from then on, such an encounter will give you or us, time for reflection.

Sometimes it is necessary to hide our best so that nobody steals our faith. Sometimes it is better to be labelled as crazy so that nobody wants to pretend to be arrested in our place. Sometimes to inspire is more than to lose what others are gaining. Sometimes being is much better than pretending to be what you don't know you are. Sometimes it is only poetry that delivers the good and the bad of living in the hiding place of feeling.

by

Milton Lima



Monday, January 10, 2022

Fictional writing

 Fictional writing 

10-01-2022

I hope with all my heart. That the blood pulses in the vein. So, here we are again, and of course, following the logic that, the world is a good place to live, again, when we forget the statistics. 

Fictional writing learns to invent: things and more things. It seems that everything, in the purest truth, is everything, a big lie. There are still in this tale those who live dreaming of hope. Again these dreams of a world are common to all their ideals. 

In the tale of the lost tales, the city is made of bread. It seems that the circus was forbidden even before time turned, what they now call, again and again, a normal world. 

To continue here in fiction we don't need much, after all, ours has turned unreal, digital, and last but not least, a world of fictional writing. 


I am a poet and I write short stories, imagine if it were true that I of truth were a lie.

By,

Milton Lima



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