Long Mercado Poems
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[...] cada vez mais as pessoas rápidas não estão sendo capaz de articular seus próprios sentimentos, pensamentos ou emoções de uma maneira detalhada ou clara.
A essas pessoas eu quero dizer: essas palavras usadas nas poesias, refletem sua cultura, suas tradições, sua herança, sua riqueza cultural acumulada ao longo de gerações, tudo é levado adiante com palavras usadas nas poesias Por isso eu afirmo: Quer prosperar?
Quer levar a humanidade à frente?
Quer guiar a marcha do progresso?
Aprenda a respeitar as palavras usadas nas poesias. Ame as palavras usadas nas poesias.
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Agradecimento Fevereiro - Gratidão
Tenho certeza de que todas nós
estão vendo nossos números recentes
relacionados à produtividade e volume.
Mesmo em mês de muitos feriados os números
são positivamente muito impressionantes.
Este é um momento muito empolgante para trabalhar neste setor,
com a oportunidade de fazer a diferença no mercado.
Tenho orgulho das contribuições individuais e coletivas
em nosso esforço de vendas. Obrigada.
Com certeza a ênfase individual de participação em sessões regulares de treinamento por nossos vídeos “deu lucro”. Obrigada por se dedicarem a assistir cada treinamento.
Para março, vamos manter o bom trabalho e fazer ainda mais.
Muito obrigada por me permitir trabalhar junto.
Sou” toda orgulho” da nossa unidade/equipe.
Let's ponder last time Rego the ego was over yonder in the Iberico peninsula ..our hero was fonder of the wonder of Ronda but now does wander through the beauty & fruity booty that cutie Oporto does bestow… (in house joke...there is no radio embargo for this rhyming cargo so back to you in the studio)
Can't recall if we ever talked at all about how we virtually stalked Porto
A viral spiral as we did dream and scheme of moving there for a mo
Then balked too late deranged climate all changed mate too scorchio
Burned by the rage on the centre stage of a teenage tyro turned pyro
But what do you know ho ho ho…it's the Rego Ego in Oporto show
Jammy mutt strut out of any rut from Redditch hut far & away you yo yo
Smut of getting half cut a holiday foray glut such a sl*t.. a true pro or ho
But tut tut apropos bitter blow new shi**er low an at home sitter can't go
My career did park it… left the market now sign on for giro with my biro
Crow finances a foe.. so woe of ambassadors not in a row you flying solo
We should be tourers toe to toe explorers like Marco Polo with me in tow
As long as about assado not Fardo rather hear a song from Nelly Furtado
Naughtiness not haughtiness to and fro cheeky ebb & flow of going gung ho
Know your next photo will bring the frustration of a great crustacean crescendo
Gasping at the rasping sheen of a lean barbecued sardine no echo of Pinocchio
Ah grasping a calamari safari love the art deco but you can shove the prosecco
No braggadocio clasping fino or nerdy vinho verde or scarlet harlot starlet tinto
Hard for Euro aficionado as you scoff avocado & lardo tartlet from the mercado
Hope foody bingo is bravissimo dope & bellissimo though know is wrong lingo
So hey ho or nonny no bonny Rego in Porto is brassier than Portugeezer Luis Figo
Bigger teaser & pleaser classier than gusto & bravado of another dynamo Eusebio
Drinking sinking fort-ified wine quaff port like it's a sport holding court on the Douro
Envy piqued oh Rego never a fuddy duddy ruddy cheeked plucky bloody lucky so & so
Let’s go on the mother load road trip across continents skip
Even the hip can’t snip or pip the lip fillip of each sip or dip
A sybaritic not a critic’s tour to explore why more is more
Streets of beats galore & locavore treats an epicurean drip
In the Argentine bravado larder of course the empanada
From their mercado source with fine wine could try harder
Top of the poll Asado's charcoal soul to the song of cicada
Austrian fold in the past caught for foodies some sort of sport
They’ve fought over which Sacher torte does bewitch hold court
Or flattered the dish that mattered plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese wheeze a subpoena tease for a leaner schnitzel wiener
Lazing ease & grazing please on amazing spice isles in pyjamas
Laid back smiles made crack conch rice & peas in the Bahamas
Don’t give a damn about Claude Van Dam give me real mussels
Garlic specked not muscle flecked fraud whenever in Brussels
Snaffle waffles abroad should be crisp gooey as Belgians know
Elite frites oh and their stonker bonkers Wonka flair cocoa show
Brazil’s fill me to the gills thrill is still & always will be Feijoada
Even those in a posh off roader chose this nosh meat's Pagoda
Top of the steeple of food of the people a homegrown Skoda
Adore for any course a tour de Force encore honed toned Yoda
Canadian hardy foie gras machine a mardi gras that’s Arcadian
In the stirrup chirrup quaffing absurd maple syrup is Palladian
Nerds with their curds scoffing mean poutine almost Circadian
For rookies ducks pluck shells shuck bones suck cookies for luck
Opiner cuisine not in history stuck a mean memory mystery miner
Hymn of whim cough overcome by swim in broth Szechuan numb
Yummy unctuous darlings scrumptious diddly umptious dim sum
Ho hum no scrum finer all day diner always did come from China
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
Quer prosperar em qualquer situação?
Quer prosperar em qualquer época?
Estude
enquanto outras pessoas estão a dormir;
trabalhe enquanto outras estão divertindo-se;
planeje enquanto outras estão arriscando;
e sonhe enquanto outras desejam.
Depois,
Não se dobre;
não tente tornar sua vontade lógica;
não edite seus pensamentos
de acordo com a moda.
Em vez disso,
siga seus sonhos
mais intensos sem piedade.
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“The moon is the accomplice of all things related to the heart.” Walter Mercado
**************************************************************
When the Full Moon Lights up the Sky
When the full moon lights up the sky
My sweetheart sets my spirits high
Pervades my breast with warm wishes
Ignites desires for sweet kisses
Makes the core of my soul to race
Lures me to hold her in embrace
Close to the bosom of my heart
Never from her breath to depart.
Engane o Universo
Na vida
e
nos negócios
Hoje e sempre
Concentre-se
no que você agradece em sua vida.
Aprecie e deixe claro
O que você tem.
Se fizer isso o universo
pensa que você precisa mais.
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Mudar/ não Mudar / Imutável
Existe no mundo a imutabilidade.
não podemos mudar –
gravidade, entropia, a velocidade da luz
nem a nossa natureza biológica
para nossa saúde e bem-estar.
Podemos mudar
a nossa maior prioridade,
a economia,
a moeda,
o mercado
ou...
o que quer que seja.
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Agora sabem ainda mais como Cativar e Prosperar.
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Pode até optar por leitura encadernada e você pode escolher desde o papel do miolo até a capa.
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Slandered wavelengths
from an old worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune
Static becomes the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair (Where are the earplugs when you need them)
An empty bottled fortress
protects the pain at my feet,
brown glass soldiers stand guard,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
at El Mercado
One more for the road
(like I need this)
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like children hiding from a babysitter,
mimicking the way
Still the static, white noise,
drowns out the joy and the trees cry,
when birdsong of night haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance of the
beer bottle chorus line
and I tap a painful toe