Sobre O Que Queremos

Talvez a força que eu procuro não esteja aqui.
Talvez a força tenha se mudado.
O tempo secou as árvores e nem mesmo um dilúvio poderia reanimá-las. 
A força se esvaiu, virou outras coisas bonitas que não vemos mais. 
Ignoramos outras dimensões, outros ângulos. 
Somos ciclopes mentais, de visão muito restrita para compreender a realidade,

Outras camadas, outras inteligências.
A violência é nossa primeira resposta à tudo. 
A insinceridade é nosso refúgio.
A humildade seria a salvação, mas não queremos salvação.
Queremos mesmo é ser Deus.

Vanessa Aquino

04 nov 2019

About What We Really Want

Maybe the strength isn’t here. 

Maybe the strength is over.

Time has dried the trees and even a deluge wouldn’t reanimate them. 

The strength vanished, turned into other pretty things that we can’t see. We ignore other dimensions, other angles. 

We’re mental cyclopes, with a very restrained view to understand reality. 

Our first answer to everything is violence. 

Insincerity is our refugee.

Humility would be our salvation, but we do not want salvation. 

What we really want is to be God. 

Vanessa Aquino
04 nov 2019
Photo: Vanessa Aquino

Mission

I'll give you the keys to open the doors,

I'll give you the keys...

I'll tell you the secret to find the doors,

I'll tell you the secret...

I'll show you the path that leads to yourself,

I'll show you the path...

I'll leave.

Vanessa Emmanuelle

Eu te darei as chaves para abrir as portas,

Eu te darei as chaves...

Eu te darei o segredo para encontrar as portas,

Eu te darei o segredo...

Eu te mostrarei a passagem que leva a ti mesmo,

Eu te mostrarei a passagem...

Eu partirei.

Vanessa Emmanuelle.

Jan, 30, 2010

Photography: Allan Nielsen

Boston Sweet Home

While guys go by and girls get along
People ask me why I'm alone...
...Perhaps I left my heart and desires back home.

Vanessa Emmanuelle.

Night Rescuer

Silence, silence...
As I walk over a trail I turn up to the top of a hill 
finding myself face to face with the sun. 
I want to make sure I reached the highest point of the hill so I look around. 
There's nothing higher than the rock I'm standing on.
A chasm spreads out at my feet.
I notice all leaves are dead and all birds are quiet. 
Stillness is in the air and every single form of life finds comfort now, 
as if everything was resting because nothing in the entire world would have to fight to stay alive
on this brief moment...
Life is still...
I look again and the sun is setting,
I witness its private moment,
its ritual of undressing colors,
its last yawn.
Blue, green, yellow, all the  dressing tones of the sun are one by one thrown through the air now filled with a divine spectral composition.
Yellow linens of air mixing with orange sparks reach the violet clouds softly permeating the king of light.
Then all the hills and mountains go black, brown and navy blue. A wavy royal bed is set for the king.
A king that hides behind the mountains to then, relentless rescue us from darkness
again, again and again.

Vanessa Aquino.

Back to the city

Vuelvo al sur...
Maybe tango,
Maybe mambo,
The city invites
And I... "compiango".

Vanessa Aquino.

Art Gallery

Foto: Vanessa Aquino. (Pico de Arita - Andes)

I'm here,
There's nothing around
except by some of the most inspired art works of God.
Yes, I found one of the best art galleries in the world.

Vanessa Aquino.


Estou aqui,
Não há nada ao meu redor,
exceto por algumas das obras mais inspiradas de Deus.
Sim, eu encontrei uma das melhores galerias de arte do mundo.

Vanessa Aquino.

You

Photo: Tiago Lima

I don't know if I know you,
Perhaps I just imagine you,
Like I had a dream of who you would be.
Maybe... there's no you.

I probably stole your image
to match up with my ideal "you",
where the "you" I like is not you,
but the "you" who makes me happy.

As opposed to you, my ideal "you"
is probably boring, deprived of will
For I carry "you" everywhere
And I can't keep the real you.

My "you" will stay with me
And you... you're always apart.
So why do I long so much
My perfect "you" to be you?

Emmanuelle Aquino.

Got a question?

What is family if you don't care more about them than about yourself?

What is friendship if you don't spend your time with your friends?

What is love if you don't deny yourself your own wishes to please someone else and still be the happiest person ever?

Birthday

I wanted to give you a flower
Any daisy raised by the road
That could tell you about my love
Even though there was nothing being said.
I wanted to put together all the mornings, all the sunsets
All the fallen stars, all the smiles, tears and forgetfulness
All the hugs, all the coolness
All the enthusiasms that we could never live together
And give them to you on an infinite moment
As a way to return what we cannot live anymore.
I wanted to catch some rain with you
Just to remember
That the price we pay for living
Is the waiting for all is given to us for free
And not this ingrate quotidian we chose as routine.
I really wanted to give you a kiss and a smile
Even for a brief moment
Even as a unique one
Because other way I cannot see to dedicate
Mind, body and soul
To the one who hurts, without purpose, my own heart.

Vanessa Emmanuelle. July 2006
Translated by Vanessa E. Aquino.


Aniversario
Queria dar-te uma flor
Margarida qualquer nascida na estrada
Que pudesse dizer do meu amor
‘Inda que não dissesse nada
Queria somar todas as manhãs, todos os pores-do-sol
Todas as estrelas jogadas do céu, os sorrisos, lágrimas e esquecimentos
Todos os abraços, os arrepios
E entusiasmos que não vivemos juntos
E dar-te-os em um infinito minuto
Como forma de retornar o que já não se pode viver.
Queria eu tomar contigo um banho de chuva,
Apenas para relembrar
Que o preço que se paga para viver é a espera pelo que nos é dado de graça
e não este cotidiano ingrato que escolhemos como rotina.
Queria mesmo dar-te um beijo e um sorriso,
Ainda que por um breve momento
‘Inda que unico,
Porque outra maneira nao vejo de dedicar
a mente, o corpo e a alma a quem machuca
sem querer o nosso coracao.

Vanessa Emmanuelle de Aquino.
July 2006

Scene for an eternalized love

I love you

Every time the moon rises

At every day that rests far away

Behind the city…

I love you,

And it doesn’t matter if the dusty clouds

Insistently hide our sky

To me the stars are always shining

The sunset is always a suicide of the day

To be born pure tomorrow…

I love you,

And even knowing that the moon

Belongs to all that are in love

It doesn’t matter…

The moon I see is another one,

It’s mine and it’s yours

Nobody cares more about the stars than us

Nobody waits for the sunset

Nobody notices that our sparks are the ones that enlighten the sky

I love you

And the sun lies down on my bed

With desires of waking up

And being you.

Vanessa Aquino.

Translated by Vanessa Aquino.

Everyday

Everyday I want a new desire.

And I run and fight for this desire everyday.

Everyday I make a dream come true and I sleep and dream new dreams.

Everyday I hear these albatrosses whispering life's secrets.

A secret is something that is in front of us and we think we don't see.

Everyday I sing the same song that my parents used to sing when we met the first time in this world.

Everyday the sun tells me a little bit more than the silly words we use at the elevator.

Everyday is a new day.

Everyday every day...

Vanessa Aquino

Through my window

Everyday I have a warm and yellow sun to wake me up and a peculiar blue on my morning sky that cheers me up and it makes my day.

Everynigth I have an orange moon infatuated by this charming city that fascinates anyone because of its lights.

I can see birds singing on the porch and crossing the sky. I see the snow drifting over the city...

"I feel light

when I see this charming city
hidden in a sunshine
that slowly shows the colors,
colors that warm up my heart.
What sky is so blue?
What river is so silent?
Oh Boston, you make me blue..."

Vanessa Emmanuelle
November, 9th, 2006.



*Pictures 1 and 2 by Pedro Gattoni. Picture 3 (left) by Vanessa Aquino.

Vanessa Aquino