FOR THE WORLD CUP

‘Hey listen,
I like Argentina.’
‘You like Brazil?
‘He likes France.’
‘She likes Germany.’
‘We like Italy…’
‘You like Mexico?’
‘They like Portugal.’
‘Each of us with our preferences, right?’


Every night, here we gather
In front of a TV screen belongs to a decent neighbour.
Watching the soccer match starts
scanning who the players are
judging how well they perform
betting which team will won at last
Yelling when one shoots the goal
Cursing when one cannot make it
Counting the time slot, analyzing the penalty, describing the match. Dramatically.
‘It is fun. It is intense. Stimulating. Dissappointing’. Everybody comment.
For almost a month will we bound to this gathering
As this is the month of World Cup
With a hot Timor coffee served in the plastic cup
By the mumbling wife of the TV owner.

VZ

Villa-verde, 19/6/2018.

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One day, everything will reveal itself
The beauty, the ugliness
Both at the same time
Then you will come by
Admiring both of them.

Karimbala (Maliana), 15/6/2018

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Footprint

Everyone of us is a footprint

People will step on us

Some will look down to us for a glance

Some will just ignore it
Mascarenhas, 3/2018

Someone in my heart

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She is innocent

She sees love as a grace

and peace as a beauty

She sees hatred as a fire

and ignorance as a futile

She stays in my heart

She watches over me

Whatever I do

She quiets when I talk

She talk when I quiet

She is calm when I am angry

and she is angry when I am calm

Sometimes we are one voice, one heart

Sometimes not though

But we are always together…

Dili, March 23, 2018

“A Very Small Boat”

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This ocean is very wide

And I am a very small boat

From this shoreline I look

The waves sometimes slam with anger

The waves sometimes are silent and do not care at all

Listen to the singing wind

Sometimes it screams

Sometimes it whispers

Seeing the farewell of the sun

Remaining with myself’s company in a solitude

I am a boat, a very small one and alone.

Lecidere, April 2016

 

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To My Fellow Women

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To my fellow women

We are

resilient

Courageous

Optimistic

Persistent

Ingenious

Creative

Inspirational

Motivational

Mobilize

Liable

Loving

Nurturing

Encouraging

Hardworking

Inquisitive

Affectionate

Furious

Grumpy

Stirring

Singing

Screaming

Laughing

Crying

Falling down

Rising up again

Pretty

Extraordinary!

We are

the women

Daughter

sister

Elder sister

Only–daughter

Girl

Wife

Mother

We exist for a great meaning!

Do not be afraid!

Keep moving ahead!

 

Dili, 8 March 2018

Happy International Women’s Day.

YESTERDAY

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Yesterday… I saw you
On an afternoon before the night came
among the crowd
at the edge of the road
You were sitting alone

I saw a rush in your face
Your eyes looking at something
Perhaps you were waiting for something
Or somebody?

Yesterday… I passed in front of you
Surprised and excited to see you again
Then the mouth of mine
called your name right away
and waited for your eyes to find me…

However… nor did your eyes find me at all
Your ears heard none of my call either
You kept standing there
Turning your back
Looking at something else
Thus, I had to get away too
and trying to move on from the moment

Yesterday was just a yesterday
It could not reverse to the present day
Yesterday was just a yesterday

But now I do believe
That tomorrow will be better…

VZ

Dili, 2015

A Mother and Her Foreign Worker Son

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It has been five years since they parted.

His mother lives with her four small kids in a firm gray brick house with two floors built by his son’s hard work result.

Her son lives in a room of a flat together with his friends as foreign workers in that city with the Big Ben. Every night, he works up all of his sweat as a factory worker for a bunch of pounds sterling for him and for his family who lives in the far eastern edge of the world. When he comes home, he stares at the sky of the night from the window while painting the face of his beloved old woman with prayers.

Meanwhile, at that the old grey brick house, every night his mother continues to set aside the dinner on his son’s favorite plate. If her other children ask her ‘why do you have to always set aside a plate of food on the table mom? Our brother is not here.’

Her mother would reply ‘kids, this is for your brother. Hopefully, in that overseas land, he is also enjoying dinner like us’.

After finish, the dinner, each of her kids begin to fall asleep in the bed. Before she washes all the dishes, she looks again at that one plate of food with a smile and tears in her eyes. She misses her faraway son badly. She does not know when can she hugs him again, just as when her son was two years old, started learning to walk and run to her embrace with a cheerful laughter.

Next day her son called ‘mom, perhaps we have to go back home.’

‘Why? Did you cause some trouble there, son?’ her mother asked in worriment.

‘No mom. This is just a possibility. The native people here may require us to go home’.

Her mother is actually so happy to hear the words ‘go home’ which she has been waiting for so long.

‘Son, if you have to come home. Then let it be. Your homeland and our family have always welcomed you. We can start all over again like before’. Her mom suggested.

‘No mom. I cannot return just like that. There are still a lot of things that I have to do here, mom’. Her son replied.

Later after that, the conversation on the phone was over between them. However, that one concern of the mother and her son is indeed not yet due.

 

Dili, Timor-Leste

June 28th, 2016

There are lots of Timorese work as foreign worker in UK factories. When Brexit issue was happening, there was a concern that foreign worker might be required to go home.