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
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.
I was blind when I met you
I could not see how bad or good looking you were
All I could do was feeling you in my touch
Listening to your voices, your laugh, your sigh
In my blindness, I had painted you beautifully in my mind
I loved to be with you every day, every hour, every minute
Coz every moment with you was magical
I forgot the whole world
Everytime you called my name
Then a yard of spring flowers blossomed in my heart
Butterflies flies upon the flowers everytime you kissed me
That feeling called ‘love’ blossomed wildly there
I was extremely happy
My blindness was nothing with you being mine
Then one day my eyes could see
I looked for you, you were nowhere to find
My world turned dark
As I could see it clearly now
There is no you, nor your love
I was blind so did my love to you.
My love is like a ginger tea
Though I have taken the ginger out
Its taste remains
and I felt so hard to spill it out
Though I could
Because it is not the will of the tea to be mixed with ginger
Thus, even though I do no like it
I have to sip it till the last drop.
Look up to the sky
That sky of tonight is gloomy
No stars… no moon
Only darkness wraps the heart
That trembles of longing for you so much
Do you also feel it?
The seat beside me is empty
As it waits for your shadow to fill in
Together, we would face the coldness of the night’s wind
We would be talking again
About all those unfinished feelings
We would be witnessing again
How the tremor of this longing had shaken us
We would be unifying the tremble of our hearts
Into a most solid and tightest embrace
We would be sharing the magnificence together for tonight
In a sweetest kiss ever
You and me, together we would be wrapping our souls with this warmth
You and me, together we would be looking up to this night’s gloomy sky
How can all this happen if you do not come along?
The sky of tonight is gloomy
So does my heart.
VZ, Lospalos, January 3rd, 2017.
Honesty is very expensive!
To be honest in a truth is very costly
As you walk according to the counsel of truth
You will get insults, hatred
People say ‘how arrogant you are, how stupid you are, how you do not know anything. Step aside!’
‘Do not you be so self-righteous! Do not you be so sanctimonious!
Let the lies rule over everything to go smoothly!
Who are you to confront?‘
Really my brothers and sisters …
Lying is cheap and easy and keeps everything go smooth
We are sweet to each other
We call each other ‘friends’
But who wants to punish his heart to death?
Is it you or me?
My brothers and sisters…
Honesty for the truth is expensive
But it is the one who gives freedom of life!
VZ, March 24, 2016
Tetum-English Translated poem ‘Ba o, Ha’u Ne’e Se?’
Thou asked me
‘Who do you say I am?’
I fell silent. I looked around.
I heard people called Thou with great names.
Peter also called Thou with a great name. Then Thou smiled.
Yet Thou still looked at me, then asked me, though;
‘Who do you say I am?’
I blankly looked at Thou, and then replied;
‘I do not know yet. Because until now, I continue seeking to know about who Thou are.’
VZ, Villa-Verde, February 23th 017