On
each person
An
own lesson...
These
verses written
Are
not lectured meaning...
As
a writer
Seeks
poetry,
I
want to fly
Like
a bird
Of
the paper land
To
share the freedom
And,
in this prison,
To
be not a master
Of
deliverance....
I
want to these words
Can
come from mine
And
yours voices,
Dear
comrades...
Who
walks nomad
Through
your brains
As
so I do as well
Through
these rails
From
world inside
To
outside the shell...
I
want to extend
To
all these places...
Listening
you all
As
you do it now.
I
am a poet, I think,
And
more than a desire
I,
surely, do prize
All
the freedom, liberty...
From
the toes
Till
the heads
Of
anybody, anyone
Thinking
and blows.
(Leandro Monteiro)
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