Madiba’s day or The long walk we have to liberation


Nelson Mandela in his Robben Island cell

Although my skin is white
Madiba is my father–
He’s my relative
cause we share dreams–

He’s my grandfather
- black and poor -
when he uses social clothes that doesn’t fit*
to go to his first school–

Although my skin is white
in Africa are my roots
and African my features are
beyond my white skin–


Crystalline my tears came
like Madiba’s heart
like his life
like his soul–

I wish we didn’t need
people like you
I wish we were the same
beyond colors and faiths
I wish we didn’t have
treated you (and many others) this way…

You go now, Madiba
with the peace you said so…
You go now, Madiba
but your smile and ideals remain
You go now, Madiba
but your sons and daughters will stay…

And in your memory
we’ll build an equal world
with those who give away–

- – -
* When Mandela describes the first time he goes to school with his father’s clothes that were way too big for him at the time in his autobiographical book, he touched me in a away I was never touched before. He also have a huge resemblance with my real grandfather – not only physical but this amazing sense of right and wrong that seems to be disappearing in newer generations.

The gardener


Vincent van Gogh – Public garden with couple and blue fir tree

like a gardener
you nurture me
in your hands
i’m flourishing–

our certainty
is palpable
our love

nothing’s more precious
than the palms
i grow within–



Dana Gumms – Together Alone

the last crumb
was thrown–

thanks, i’m always
hungry for you–


drop of water
on this arid heart–

you have no idea
how you quench my mind–


being with you
i forget i ache–

the door remains open
i hope i could stay–

Leaving Eden


Nailia Schwartz – Still life

life’s calling–
i pretend
i pretend i’m deaf–

between bed sheets
i hide my head–
i’m deaf–

life’s calling!
pick up! pick up!
enough of this–


To James, the selfish


M Sebert – Alone

you said you wouldn’t
but you let me choke

you said you couldn’t
but you went away

you said we shouldn’t
be friends again


a time to heal
you asked for

who’s gonna heal me
bleeding alone in the lawn



Makuchkina Juliya – Dancing Leaves

Folha ao vento
sem destino, ao relento.

Deixo-me levar
sem saber onde chegar.


Light head,
heavy heart.

- – -
* For those who doesn’t know, my last name is Fogli – which means leaves in Italian.

To a distant friend


Angu Walters – My friend

a tear drops
with the sound of your voice.

sweet memories flowing by
in my now troubled mind.

a long time ago
i was light
and you were there

so close
i couldn’t tell:
who was you? who was me?


you’re so far apart
i cannot reach
your precious heart.

but you did reach mine
and made me realize
why i love you.

Mid Break


Unknown – Wellington Cable car

i wanna a break
from being me.

i can’t stand so many thoughts
running thru my troubled mind.

i don’t know where to step
neuroses everywhere!

i just want
to break free!

(at least a little bit…)