There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water. Jesus asked him, Give me the
drinking.
(His disciples had gone into town to buy groceries.)
That Samaritan woman said to him, being a Jew, ask a drink from as
me, a Samaritan woman! ... (For Jews have no dealings with
Samaritans.)
Jesus answered him: If you knew the gift of God, and who
saith to thee, Give me to drink, certainly you would have asked him and he would give the same
a jellyfish.
The woman answered him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is
background ... whence hast therefore that living water?
Are perhaps greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the
well, drank from it himself and also their children and their
herds?
Jesus answered him: Whoever drinks of this water will
thirst,
But what drinks the water I give him will never thirst. but
water that I shall give him will become in him a source of water, welling up to life
eternal.
John Chapter 4:7
Poetry
Rafael Oliveira
Dedicated to Our Lord Jesus Christ, my friend Juliana who together coordinate the community of (SP), Louzeni dos Santos,
to all the people who encouraged me to give this gift to readers.
Especially (In Memoriam), When my grandfather
Adelmo Oliveira.
young Poet
Here is a poet ...!
Ai is the source of eternal life,
The light from the darkness,
The lack of empty
The pain and passion;
Experience more ...
because it takes
Every minute of your life;
Creating and recreating
Both live,
May your tears
Evaporate joy.
Young poet,
Thou art itself,
In your veins
Run creativity;
Because you are happy,
You have a divine gift.
Your sleep ... It is deep
As the seabed,
Because your dreams
You're just to spread
Positive energies,
Who washes your soul
With love and more love.
The ability
And willpower,
It's your life balance.
Poet ...!
Because thou hast
The ability to observe,
And report
Your poems and life
Welcome.
Because the beholder
Life with good eyes,
Sees through the
Eyes of God.
Rafael Oliveira 09/12/03
The Mermaid and the Mandacaru
Poet mermaid
Which became
In sand,
To visit me
In the backcountry.
Let thy March
And your creatures,
With all his tenderness.
in search
My heart.
Across am,
As their sordid love
Filled with splendor,
With the heart to navigate.
As the boats
In the oceans,
Filled with beltranos
What are exploring.
I also dropped the hinterland,
Traveled on emotion
Also to find you.
I arrived at the sea, I thought not tried, I tried.
I could not find you.
It was a fish
I said
You was the time
And that came out a few hours ago
For the backcountry
Find Me
I was not angry
It was the summer I met you
And we decided to get married.
Rafael Oliveira 28/03/05
Abismo de Rosas
In the abyss of roses
A flower is born,
Bringing back to life
And inspiring love.
When Hope
Goes up,
A novelty appears.
The roses that were
The flower ennobles.
Lovely to see that life is
It is thus
Which was a huge
hole
Today a beautiful
Tree fern.
Rafael Oliveira / 2006
Escalation
By mistake, I climbed the mountain.
I went through bushes and cobwebs.
Until you reach the end ...
I'm tired, but I got!
It took but did not give up.
Just climb without fear of falling!
Only knew up ...
Now, I know not descend.
If I'm lucky,
A miracle will happen!
I act on impulse,
It was so soar.
But upon arriving,
Came the fear frighten.
Rafael Oliveira 03/06/06
Yasmin
Tyranny of the year!
Blonde blue eyes
Your hair against the wind,
This moment Encanta
without you
There is no joy,
Virgin inspiring
My poetry;
Wind oysters
Swinging like the sea,
Flowers Dew
And as light as air;
Pure water as
Flower in my garden,
Bright as a star
Yasmin eternal;
You're sweet as honey
Smooth as wine,
Hot as sun
And the moon is only
A little bit;
With the lightness
A dreamer,
And beautiful
Like a flower.
Rafael Oliveira / 2003
Perceptive Friend
The friendship is priceless
Or place,
Be looking stars
Be looking sea;
I look deep in your soul
Trying to,
It may be at the end of World
That friendship
It will not fade,
Be looking stars
Be watching the sea;
If I am your friend,
You will be my friend
Be looking stars
Be watching the sea;
I may even be
In another world
You will recall,
Be looking stars
Be watching the sea;
True Friendship
Never end!
Rafael Oliveira 17/08/04 Dedicated To R. Araújo
Private Freedom
'The character of my poetry
In a cell,
Feeling cold and moaning
As a winch;
Seeing foremen,
Cruel and harmful.
Rather you were invisible
Think of revenge
Within a cell,
Looking from the outside
Seems novel.
Look at the floor and sees numbers,
And counting the days
What will come out of the tomb.
Turn to the side
And sees only darkness
Dirty and rats
Looks like a basement. '
Rafael Oliveira 08.02.04
Waters in the wilderness
The water that flowed
Was pro hinterland,
half evaporated
Half went to the ground;
The half who entered the land
Moistened the ground,
Half that evaporated
Brought summer rain.
The bird flew
Fell in the wet,
Seeing the backcountry raining
Became frustrated.
Sought their food
The floor,
When he looked up ...
Saw a tree,
That bore fruit in the summer!
Rafael Oliveira 12/01/06
A new day!
On a day futile
Someone calms us,
A day
Love washes our soul;
No use being spring,
If the flowers do not come out.
Do not even be winter,
If rain does not fall.
Slavery ended,
But only changes the scenario.
Blacks in the slums,
Whites in the plenary.
To be humble
No need, humbling.
Just take care,
And all respect!
Rafael Oliveira 03/06/06
The Return
I'll be back ...!
With a noose around his neck,
Full draft
That nothing can keep
Back!
This my poetry
Full of joy,
From my days of bohemia
Again the spell;
The poet is not dead
just disappeared
For a woman
Get married;
Creativity is not over,
only took
Reach of beautiful phrases;
Do not think that just,
because back
To appease loneliness;
came lady
And told me
Do not stop, please
Regained my love
With his sentences to declare;
It was with this that I was proud,
It took me, took me
For this dedicate;
Thank you my love
Both supported me,
In this verse reveal.
Rafael Oliveira 01/11/05
Pollen
The hummingbird
Kissed Flower
There in the Garden;
Took pollen
Flower Poly
And left;
Passed beneath
There creek
And flew
Left the pollen
(leading)
And it became
A beautiful flower.
Rafael Oliveira 05/12/05
Heart Beats
On The Moon sharpen loneliness sad face. On sultry summer time and not for the nostalgia is insisting! Knock, knock heart never stops beating! Always beats in the direction, which is you! In the landscapes of the hinterland, Mandacaru is resisting. In the beats of my heart, Soothes the longing ... Your name is levied! Knock, knock heart never stops beating! Always beats in the direction, which is you! The problems are arriving only to get away. But a beautiful poem says: "The waves kissing the sand and the moon kissing the sea!"
Rafael Oliveira 10/06/06
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