R. J. B. Duarte
|Enthusiast of the theological beauty of things. Writer & Musician. Catholic. Conservative.|
What am I?
I'm like a lost dream hoping to return home, a gigantic heart of silence longing for more of life. A mute spirit who developed fear of every human relationship, a disaster with two arms and two legs and an unrealistic flow of sentiments on the inside - the heart, oh the heart...
Who gave me a heart? What's the origin of any feeling and despair? No matter the answers, 'cause I'm the living question - is it possible to survive these humiliating days without carrying the price of sentiment?
No. So my here and now will keep claiming to a brand new age of truth, when a feeling could be treated with respect and poetry. Maybe in that new world my heart will be seen as a treasure - n...
Friends of soul (unromantic love)
Since you became a road I’ve been such a strange and unseen vehicle on this absurd reality we all name planet earth. Friendship never matched any of those Friendzone possibilities every classmate tried to impose to us. Love appeared in the simplicity of our conversations. Your lips never felt the need of encountering mine. As time was murdered by the circumstances, we suddenly discovered that our link was sublime at the point that even the physical world couldn’t interrupt love of respiring between our hearts. Will the external world ever understand what we became? A woman and a man that never met romance but found beauty and proximity on supernatural forms...
A capacidade de amar o outro causa em nós o constante desenvolvimento de vários níveis de culpa. Ter um filho me convida ao processo de tirar o foco dos meus defeitos e olhar pra frente: como posso aumentar os meus talentos? Há esperança nas chances de ser alguém mais capaz amanhã do que fui ontem?
A criança maravilha-se com qualquer fator que aparece à sua frente: o mundo é uma novidade, as pessoas são belas porque são observadas com a devoção dos olhos ainda infantes, os olhos esperançosos daqueles que acabaram de se alistar na jornada de ser gente.
Cada criança enxerga os dias como "a manhã do mundo" (como diria G. K. Chesterton) e enquanto alimento meu cinzento modo de enxergar o coti...
Quanto mais enraizado, mais os arranhões de minha alma reencontram os efeitos da restituição.
Em todas as tardes nas quais era tarde demais não querer ser eu mesmo, não querer olhar pra frente apesar de todos os meus defeitos, estive a observar como um olhar amadurecido pelo calor da experiência pode confortar os que se aproximam.
Existe valor no entregar-se? É lícito lançar os receios aos ventos para oferecer de si mesmo aos que se aproximam?
O cotidiano ensina lentamente; de fato a sabedoria sempre foi de pedir demora. Já vivi dias em que a abertura de alma soava como perda e os talentos pareciam solicitar privacidade, como se minhas riquezas devessem ser troféus e não dons a serem di...
Estive diante das vastas alegorias que o oceano evoca e dentre todo o dicionário de sentimentos, toda a lista de memórias o seu amor persiste em gritar por significância. A tua altura de alma ainda percorre a circunferência de meus intentos e quaisquer mínimas possibilidades de ser novamente uma sobrevivente dentro do profundo de meus mares devolve a mais autêntica alegria a este coração esperançoso. O ato de conversar com o que está acima de minhas capacidades ainda faz-se única alternativa para aguardar-lhe - meus pés tocam a areia mas meus olhos continuam fixos no Céu que, creio, ainda te devolverá aos meus dias. Ainda és oceânica saudade que possui lugar garantido para encaixar-se em meus...
You can say life is a journey and there's compassion on every street corner of this immense planet...
You probably learned at some point of a season that, as Whitman some day beautifully wrote, "life
exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse"...
I'm delighted to encounter fragments of passion on various situations in the middle of the mundane, trivial, apparently unimportant of the daily life scenes.
Inside these fragments I realize that
the identity of a poet is of a
discoverer child, insatiable to feed it's immortal soul with beauty.
You can look at the sun and say it's brighter than your eyes can support, and I remember you that as a star wa...
Life, maybe this time I finally understood a little about your relationship with my soul: I'm still a child, and will always be.
Writing is my way to speak, and speaking I'm able to follow my truest aspirations.
Lettrs, coming back months later reveals that this place speaks to my heart. A place where I need to return with a renewed frequency: for now on, constantly. Because inspiration is like the act of breathing: I need it daily, at each minute.
A new frequency to a new time.
The ocean of my inner writer
I see myself as the unfinished of the scene, the incomplete of the instant. But then writing appears and subjectivity finds its means again. And then I can be more, even more.
I write to discover who I am and what I know, the essence of my dreams and passions, and the ends to my starts.
When I write I'm inside an immense ocean where I can only be blessed by the freshness of the water.
And can be on my greatest capacities.
Today I must invite you to throw your inner writer into this ocean. Let's live this incredible journey of inspiration and freedom together.
Olhei a prateleira do supermercado, e havia algo que poderia causar uma doce nostalgia se comprado. A nostalgia traz à alma um conforto sutil e belo. Porém, olhei com maior atenção a outros itens que também despertaram meu interesse. E comprei algo novo, desconhecido. Mas porque?
Porque a novidade de hoje poderá se tornar a doce nostalgia de amanhã.
Procure algo novo. Permita que o seu livro de nostalgia tenha um catálogo maior. Assim seu futuro terá mais links de conforto, ternura e beleza em meio às situações de rotina.
A novidade de hoje será a nostalgia de amanhã.
Eu me abro ao novo. E você?
Greetings from Dubai.
I apologize for it took me some time to respond yo your letter yesterday for I was so busy.
And please, allow me to say thank you for all the kind and sweet words you've said. You've made my night when I read your letter. I was overwhelmed and at the same time, flattered. Thank you so much! *wink*
When you said that I inspired you through my letters. Wow! It was a big word. I wasn't aware of that thing either. For the fact that it was really the purpose why I'm writing. To inspire and motive others.
Thank you for the appreciation and encouragement. You inspire me to write more.
But hey, you are one of the best. I read your letters and I must say that...
The fresh air of kindness seems to embrace a new year of a hope we all wait for. The poet is able to look at the world and find much more than what eyes can see or brains can decipher.
My heart wants to give a new chance to everyone that's outside. I wait for the beauty of life to be revealed thru your eye - the mirror of the soul.
We are all ordinary verses given to precious hearts - after being interpreted the profound way, poetry becomes real. Oxygen turns into a paragraph we're all in.
I give you my verse for 2016 and for ever.
I discovered you last year, but sometimes the deepest love lasts to emerge on its most beautiful form.
Your community has so many marvelous reminiscences that I had no choice but to be flamed by your inspirational soul. I must be part of the corageous ones that sincerely opted for "the road not taken", as mentioned by Robert Frost.
As a poet in development, I'll do my best to increase the superb Lettrs corpus. Some of my works involves poetry, monologues, fiction and tales. I hope some day I'll finish my books and publish to the world, but here in Lettrs I can share excerpts of my heart for the whole world to see, so It's possible right now - because of you!
As much as there are achievements, as time passes they are often deconstructed by situations, people etc. Those we love has the power to make the meanings permanent. So even those who do not have the ability to enter large ceremonies can move on having made small, because there were those who noted its deepest significance.