Who will write my life?
Who will weigh my sins
and all the good perhaps I have had?
Who will pardon me for having existed
for so long, having changed for so little?
Will my witnesses honor me and tell
all the love I have spread by the way?
May I take till my last home all joy
I have been bathed by birth,
that life’s disillusions have never dried.
I know there has been an angel
who has guided me, mainly
by those dark and strange nights.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 10, 2016.
Sometimes It happens
Some days I did not just wake up,
I get a renaissance.
I stare up and see a new sky,
a blue one I had never seen before;
a fresh air never felt on my lungs and
a music until then unknown for me.
I need to hold on to not turn like
the novice of The Sound of Music
dancing on the Austrian Alps.
I don’t recognize yesterday’s colors
and see admirable amusing people.
It seems to me the brave new world,
the rediscovery of America, sudden
and happy recurrence of olden hopes.
It is my day and nobody else’s.
I hold and clasp it with all my strength
and, oftentimes, it lasts almost forever.
Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Creative Talents Unleashed (Featured Writer)), Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Whispers, Dead Snakes, Algebra of Owls, The Bees are Dead, Spirit Fire Review, The Basil O’Flaherty (Featured Poet), among many others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga-MG), with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to release his first poetry book in 2017, with about 70 poems. He began to write at age 66 (seven years ago), after retirement as a Bank Manager.