The aisles, Pelos corredores

With so many lives exposed
Gambling, to learn,
What's the first falling.
With so plenty of vanity
Cracked Mirrors,
By half-truths
Hide lies,
The aisles.
Bocas delusional
In search of tranquilizers,
To escape from anything
Purporting to be a pain.
Abstract Figures in picture frames
Something related to the past,
A future that someday
Ever wished.

Pablo Danielli

Pelos corredores



Com tantas vidas expostas

Apostas, para saber,

Qual a primeira que cai.

Com tanta sobra de vaidade

Espelhos trincados,

Por meias verdades

Escondem mentiras,

Pelos corredores.

Bocas delirantes

Em busca de calmantes,

Para fugir de qualquer coisa

Que se apresente como a dor.

Figuras abstratas em porta retratos

Algo relacionado ao passado,

Um futuro que em algum dia

Já se desejou.

Pablo Danielli

Imagine the pantry

Imagine the pantry


Imagine hospitals
The posts healths,
Queues service!
Imagine the dead in traffic
The lack of honesty of politicians
The money going to the drains!
Imagine assaults
Insecurity, closed signs,
Imagine death lurking!
The lack of structure
The lack of investment in education,
The divestment of a nation!
Imagine now a phrase
Imagine a staff,
Capable of being a laughingstock!
Now imagine all this
In the Cup!

Pablo Danielli

Imagina na copa


Imagina os hospitais

Os postos de saúdes,

As filas de atendimento!

Imagina os mortos no transito

A falta de honestidade dos políticos,

O dinheiro indo pelos ralos!

Imagina os assaltos

A insegurança, os sinais fechados,

Imagine a morte a espreita!

A falta de estrutura

A falta de investimento na educação,

A alienação de uma nação!

Imagine agora uma frase

Imagine um bordão,

Capaz de ser motivo de chacota!

Agora imagine tudo isso

Na copa!




Pablo Danielli

Bendito o livro

Uma salva de palmas

Para o livro que geme,

O que fala e o que viaja,

O livro que te faz sonhar!

Sorte da pessoa e do ser

Que se deixar, por ele encontrar,

Iluminar por suas paginas.

Preencher sua mente

Com palavras, sabedoria!

Deixar de ser mais um na multidão

Para poder viver, mesmo que por instantes,

No mundo da imaginação.



Pablo Danielli

Abyss

Abyss


The gulf that exists between the smile and the tear

It is so tenuous as to the silk that covers your body.

The light will not let me see and sometimes blind

Enough to confuse me with your brilliance,

While not light my way tonight.

Still, my mind wanders,

In the mysteries of darkness.


Pablo Danielli

Abgrund


Die Kluft, die zwischen dem Lächeln und dem Riss vorhanden ist
Es ist so dünn wie die Seide, die Ihren Körper bedeckt.
Das Licht wird nicht zulassen, mich zu sehen und manchmal blind
Genug, um mir mit eurem Leuchten zu verwirren,
Während leuchtet nicht mein Weg heute Abend.
Dennoch wandert mein Geist,
In die Geheimnisse der Finsternis.


Pablo Danielli

More machine than man, Mehr Maschine als Mensch

More machine than man


Sleep Awake

From your ignorance,

Untie such we

That bind you so much futility.

Let your mind be free

Not only the body but the soul

Let her be a whole imagination, intelligence.

So not suffer fleeting beauty

So do not take down the evil of consumerism,

So give value to ideas and books

And with a little luck you will be more man than machine.


Pablo Danielli

Mehr Maschine als Mensch


Schlaf Awake
Von Ihrer Unwissenheit,
Bindet wie wir
Das bindet Sie so viel Sinnlosigkeit.
Lassen Sie Ihren Geist frei sein
Nicht nur der Körper, sondern die Seele
Lassen Sie sie eine ganze Vorstellungskraft, Intelligenz sein.
So nicht leiden vergängliche Schönheit
So nehmen Sie nicht den bösen des Konsums,
So geben Wert, um Ideen und Bücher
Und mit ein wenig Glück werden Sie mehr Mann als Maschine.


Pablo Danielli

Más máquina que hombre


Sueño Despierto
A partir de su ignorancia,
Desata tal,
Que te atan futilidad tanto.
Deje que su mente esté libre
No sólo el cuerpo sino el alma
¡Que sea una imaginación toda inteligencia,.
Así que no sufren belleza fugaz
Así que no acabar con el mal del consumismo,
Así que dar valor a las ideas y los libros
Y con un poco de suerte será más hombre que el de la máquina.


Pablo Danielli

Liberdade

The political trickster

The political trickster is in Brazil, cut spending before the election, the government lowers prices, tax burden, now last election returned to normal, worse! Are further increasing the taxes for the people! It's ridiculous the way that politics is done in this country is ridiculous to hear that politicians do not have any instructions above command the machine public money, so they are trying to manipulate the media, and rebuke the people! lack little to turn dictatorship again!


Pablo Danielli

Die politische Trickster ist in Brasilien, Senkung der Staatsausgaben vor der Wahl, senkt die Regierung die Preise, Steuerbelastung, jetzt letzten Wahl wieder normal, schlimmer! Sind eine weitere Erhöhung der Steuern für die Menschen! Es ist lächerlich, die Art und Weise, dass die Politik in diesem Land geschehen ist, ist lächerlich, zu hören, dass die Politiker haben noch keine Hinweise obigen Befehl die Maschine öffentlichen Geldern, so dass sie versuchen, die Medien zu manipulieren und strafe die Leute! fehlt wenig, um die Diktatur wieder einzuschalten!


Pablo Danielli

El embaucador político está en Brasil, recortar el gasto antes de las elecciones, el gobierno reduce los precios, la carga tributaria, ahora las últimas elecciones volvió a empeorar normal! ¿Está aumentando aún más los impuestos para el pueblo! Es ridículo la forma en que la política se hace en este país es ridículo escuchar que los políticos no tienen ninguna instrucción sobre el comando de la máquina de dinero público, por lo que están tratando de manipular a los medios de comunicación, y reprenderá a la gente! falta poco para encender de nuevo la dictadura!


Pablo Danielli

The identity of a country

The identity of a country




Brazil is a country lagged culturally, we live only last a short past, today we are a cluster without any artistic expression. A country with such dimensions and so many people just should not be the breadbasket of the world's food, but also be a storehouse of ideas for all, we breathe art and culture, the streets would be full of events and people showing their talents.

Although we have some prominent artists and when I say this I do not mean the music, what is missing is to recognize and hone new talent and this leads us to the teaching, that through no fault of the teachers that are there, operating daily minor miracles with what little has on hand. Yes, the lack of structure of our schools, the lack of real investment in education, we have adopted the full teaching two shifts of classes not only basic, but insert beyond the programmed contents, arts classes, philosophy, sociology, among many other cultural and sporting activities to mold the character of students, preparing for life makes them better citizens.

The duty of a ruler is to fight for the people who elected him to be free to think, speak and act, not be dependent on one or two people, thinking beings must develop and pedantic. But although theories and arguments presented for such facts, everything goes through school, elementary school to higher education should think not as something highly lucrável, but as an opportunity to create new talent, shaping a strong identity for Brazil.

And all this neglect reflects on our present, and will interfere in our future, it can not be surprising if the success of products considered absolutely banal because it is creating a society extremely banal, in order to act, think and speak.

I put a challenge to the mind, in a fast, memory fetch as many artists, painters, writers, choreographers, among many other art forms, culture readily we can remember, I am not referring to the consecrated decades ago, but the days.

We are a nation without culture, people are not programmed to develop thoughts and not seek to engage with such clever ways of life. The few that stand out today, should be proclaimed heroes of the resistance, as live art these days at least in this country called Brazil is an act of bravery, hope and dedication. While our leaders in teimem say no.

Pablo Danielli

Sonnet illusion.

Sonnet illusion.


If this is still it's any consolation

Brazil is a country that less bosal,

Since there are so many marginal

Scattered throughout our country, made ​​of carnivals.


This at least is what the newspapers say.

Our politicians with advertisements,

Deceive the people like everything,

A great program for the weekend.


And we're always walking a tightrope,

Be in the usual robbery,

Or just the threats routine

But yes we are, the more "normal".


Perhaps for this reason, there are no more protests

For this all alone in our Congress,

There are no more dishonest politicians,

He is at peace, our soul of country of samba.


Pablo Danielli

Soneto ilusión.


Si esto es aún te sirve de consuelo
Brasil es un país que menos bozal,
Puesto que hay tantos marginal
Diseminados por todo nuestro país, hecho de carnavales.


Esto al menos es lo que dicen los periódicos.
Nuestros políticos con anuncios,
Engañar a la gente le gusta todo,
Un gran programa para el fin de semana.


Y estamos siempre en la cuerda floja,
Estar en el robo de costumbre,
¿O sólo la amenaza de rutina
Pero sí somos, más "normal".


Quizás por esta razón, hay protestas no más
Sólo por esto todos en nuestro Congreso,
No hay más políticos deshonestos,
Él está en paz, el alma del país de la samba.


Pablo Danielli

stations

stations


In winter you embrace, you warm up,

In the summer I walk away, you wag at most,

In autumn walk in the park

And in the spring take care of our garden

To live power stations in a love without end.


Pablo Danielli

The loneliness suddenly caught, La soledad de repente atrapado

The loneliness suddenly caught


Loneliness caught suddenly

Surprised by always having friends,

But out of nowhere, she found herself alone.

He lacked a piece,

No friendship, but the emptiness of his heart,

It was only his feelings,

He was alone with his regrets.

He lacked the butterflies,

The famous shiver down the spine,

Or the pure and simple fear of trying.

Other mouths kissed in vain

For all seemed empty

He played other bodies, in vain,

For none to meet,

And so she lived.

With something on the head,

With another person by whom,

His lungs filled,

So out of nowhere, slowly she suffered.

Although he knew what he should do,

His fear prevented her from living,

Be poor, few chose to die.



Pablo Danielli

Die Einsamkeit plötzlich gefangen


Einsamkeit gefangen plötzlich
Überrascht von immer mit Freunden,
Aber wie aus dem Nichts, fand sie sich allein.
Ihm fehlte ein Stück,
Keine Freundschaft, sondern die Leere seines Herzens,
Erst seine Gefühle,
Er war allein mit seiner Reue.
Ihm fehlte die Schmetterlinge,
Der berühmte Schauer über den Rücken,
Oder schlicht und einfach Angst vor zu versuchen.
Andere Mund umsonst geküßt
Für alle schien leer
Er spielte anderen Einrichtungen, vergebens,
Denn keiner zu treffen,
Und so lebte.
Mit etwas auf dem Kopf,
Mit einer anderen Person, von wem,
Seine Lungen gefüllt,
So wie aus dem Nichts, sie langsam gelitten.
Obwohl er wusste, was er tun sollte,
Seine Angst hinderte sie leben,
Arm sein, wählte einige zu sterben.

Pablo Danielli

La soledad de repente atrapado


La soledad de repente atrapado
Sorprendido por siempre tener amigos,
Pero de la nada, ella se encontró sola.
Le faltaba una pieza,
Sin la amistad, pero el vacío de su corazón,
Fue sólo sus sentimientos,
Estaba solo con su pena.
Carecía de las mariposas,
El temblor famoso por la espina dorsal,
O el miedo puro y simple de tratar.
Otras bocas besadas en vano
Por todo parecía vacío
Jugó otros órganos, en vano,
Porque ninguno de reunirse,
Y así vivió.
Con algo en la cabeza,
Con otra persona por la cual
Sus pulmones se llenaron,
Entonces, de la nada, poco a poco ella sufrió.
A pesar de que sabía lo que debía hacer,
Su miedo le impedía estar,
Ser pobre, pocos eligió morir.

Pablo Danielli