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Quintana de Bolso - Rua dos Cataventos & Outros Poemas

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Mario Quintana
Mario Quintana

Mario Quintana was a Brazilian poet and writer born on July 30, 1906, in Rio de Janeiro, and passed away on May 5, 1994. He is considered an important figure in Brazilian modernist literature, known for his unique poetic style and profound humanistic concerns. more

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“Then Bohr retorted, so sharp and too true, "Albert, please stop telling God what to do!” The quantum world, while seeming askew, Unravels her mysteries for the curious few. As Humpty crashed, the words rang along, A haunting echo, a harrowing song. Deep In the quiet, that followed the throng, Whispered the words, “Einstein was wrong.”

“Blind Heart’s. In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale, Where death and life dance an endless wail. Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour, Survival's cruel game with each passing hour. Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak, Aching souls yearning for solace they seek. In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind, Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind. Hatred and love, a twisted embrace, In this nature of existence, a bitter chase. For when darkness looms, Love hides in despair, Yet hate finds its mark, leaving hearts threadbare. We, people who turn blind eyes to the cries, As if suffering and anguish were mere lies. Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all, Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall. But what of the animals, creatures so dear? Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear. Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard, In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word. Children on ground, black and white Dying, Drying while survival trying. Scars defining not body, but soul Oh light, forgive us Lord. The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns, A tragic symphony, where hope rarely burns. In this poem of life, where sadness takes hold, Let us open our eyes, let compassion unfold.”

“Non-being, i.e., distance from society—social distance—is the very heritage of the oppressed. Which means to the oppressor, social distance is a humiliation. It is to be something less than free, or worse, someone less-than-white. For what does the Karen carry but her dwindling power, dying & desperate? Dangerous & dangling like a gun hung from a tongue?”