Sun Spring

We all have a spring sunshine in your life, the basic difference is that some hotter than others, sometimes we feel safer or more nostalgic receiving light from the sun.

Among the Romantics maybe there is another season that set as well as the meaning of love this season because it is where nature flourishes to toast our eyes to the beauty of the world, where we feel we can be more human than we are and so generally, gradually without realizing it, open our hearts and stay at the mercy of a beam of light that can bring us warmth and life into our everyday life.

Everyone wants to have one day a life touched by this light and every woman wants to be heated in its days of greatest heat for his loneliness. It is much more than a feeling, it is a variable and fickle change, to which all are sooner or later ready to live.

And what delights would be if everyone could have this spring sun touching their hearts and warming their souls, like a beautiful sunrise or a beautiful afternoon, where their happiness, not only is the song of birds, but also in the brightness of the gaze one who knows that found its sun, its source of positive energy and love, as well as vital as water need love to live.

The heart always shows us clearly about what it is to live with a spring sun today, this inspiration can have various sizes, can have many colors, but usually gives us the same feeling, joy and love. So simple gesture can change anyone, gets to go unnoticed in the course of days and fly in the second, it is not always that we understand the delicacy of that time, those who feel lucky, happy those who take advantage.


Pablo Danielli

To be both

To be both



In many certainties

Streets are empty of doubt.

With pride

Hearts are empty of forgiveness.

So much greed

The city is poor in spirit.

In both individualism

The bars are full of loneliness.

In both want

The world is full of poor people.

In both suffer

All die, because we are missing.

Pablo Danielli

Bend your knees

Bend your knees


One more piece

The rest of our humanity

Deserted streets.

Another sigh, a tear,

Falling without anyone knowing

The world seems so far away,

Faced with eyes that never

The felt so real.

Another day, just another night

For those passes without being seen,

The knee bends only

To join what is dropped,

What takes its place

Continues to fill its space.

The burden is heavy for more

To resolve an affluent society,

Faced with such indifference

It soon becomes lost among men and beings around.

The mind is a little more to absorb the knowledge,

And why not have the necessary humility to learn

Many continue to die.

Pablo Danielli

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