Every morning, the universe pour the hot wisdom tea from its teapot to my small tea glass.
I have to wait till it gets warm before I could sip it slowly to finish.
Sometimes, I also have to blow it so I can inhale its smell.
If I drink it at one gulp, then I will not truly feel its sweetness.
It’s 10 pm, you already fell asleep
It’s 12 am, and my mind cannot sleep
I tossed to left, I tossed to right
Still I cannot get myself right
On this cotton bed cover
I shed my tears, getting myself uncover
I know you do hear me sobbing
But your ears may have no opening
Here, in our bedroom, I am crying
But here, also in our bedroom, you remain deafening.
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.
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
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
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
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
“A Very Small Boat” https://medium.com/@vitaliaze/a-very-small-boat-c766fbd7654b
To my fellow women
Rising up again
We exist for a great meaning!
Do not be afraid!
Keep moving ahead!
Dili, 8 March 2018
Happy International Women’s Day.