7 de setembro
Que hoje
se escute
o grito da liberdade
liberdade que liga mundos
aqui, ali e acolá.
Nossa palavra é a voz
que leva ocupação e renda
a todo o povo
e anima esse
grito da liberdade.
Com a nossa inspiração
Fazemos todos os indivíduos
soberanos
sobre suas próprias vidas
em benefício dos outros.
Com a poesia diante de nós
com o nossa planejar sem fio
e palavras de liberdade
colocamos a âncora de três pontas:
Liberdade, ocupação e renda.
Vide - http://bit.ly/VendasDiretas2018
Palestra de Domenico de Masi - Vendas diretas é um setor baseado principalmente no relacionamento humano e nas liberdades[...]não olha para o passado, mas se antecipa e se projeta para o futuro ". Os momentos mais importantes no vídeo que esta neste este link: http://bit.ly/Venda_direta_Olha_Futuro
Outros Links
http://bit.ly/110mil_Braços_Abertos_Ocupação_Renda
http://bit.ly/BrasilEmpreendedor2018
http://bit.ly/No_Mundo_Ocupação_Renda_sem_Limites
http://bit.ly/110Mil_oportunidades_Ocupação_e_Renda
http://bit.ly/PasseaPalavra
http://bit.ly/110mil_Braços_Abertos_Ocupação_Renda
MOMBASA
Full moon uneasiness
Veranda dining, seven course style,
One day after my thirty sixth birthday,
I dine alone, in a poem.
Waiting for the Moon to pass to wane
and contemplate for Zanzibar, in vain. . .
MARATHON
Leawa Downs Marathon
Elevation 6000ft.
Elephants graze in the foreground
Campers camp, Samburu chant
Hyena’s WHoop Whoop whoop
5 A.M. Army alarm wake-up
The brown dust rises
and runners move in
Fluid motion
In the African Day
Building a Country Together
Blowing in the wind . . .
MASI MARA
Descending into the Rift Valley
Baby nephew Dylan sings along
to the Beatles. Masi heard their cattle in
Red blankets and colored beads.
Sitting under the tree of knowledge,
Different universes under one sky.
MASI RAIN
The pounding rain of the Mara
Post safari, I sit in my tented camp
Five Star style and naked.
Rain Dancing on canvas:
Rain Song of Hyena Laughing,
Hippo bellowing,
The baritone of the Wildebeest,
The tree Frogs low hiccup.
I will shower in the hot rainwater
for eternity
Sit on the Queen bed of honeymooners
And wish you were here.
Whoever you are. . .
The people at the early days
Fighting the foreign enemies
Blood spills never they are ceased
Until the death comes and they are still alive
The people in time is practicing Islam
Fighting in the field with no hiding arm
Even the bitter bullets still sweet like sugar
The tears run telling never in denial
The people never lost in the language
Until the fall of the power of the world
The rise of the children of people
The power of the country will get back once more!
* * *
ANAK BANGSA
Neldy Jolo
Bangsa sin awal yadtu
Imatu ha satru dayuh
Dugu naasag wa’ da nagamparu
Sambil sadja liahad masi masambu
Bangsa sin jaman nagaAgama Islam
Nagbunu’ ha pantayan wa’ kimupal
Misan pait lagtang punglu biya’ da sukal
Anud luha himabal wa’ nagmasukkal
Bangsa wa’ nalawa halaum bahasa
Timu’gum sadja in kawasa dunya
Pagsilak sin anak bangsa
Kawasa sin hula’ magbalik da
The English version above is taken from the poem written in Sinug
Center Point, Sandakan, Sabah
Awal Muharram 1, 1430
December 29, 2008. 3:30PM
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