Honor to Maurice Sendak (1928 - 2012) . Maurice Sendak was one of the most influential authors and illustrators of children's books of the 20th century. He is best known for his work "Where the Wild Things Are", but his legacy goes far beyond that. "Let the wild rumpus start!" — Where the Wild Things Are Where monsters live: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/775">Here! </a> #aniversárioliterário #diadecelebrarescritor

It's another story! ...I --*-- Oz! Give back the Lion's heart! Through the yellow brick road he walked, They weren't yellow, they were different colors. Happy orange or Blue if you prefer. Your heart was always there At the body house and he knew because he could always smile. What were you looking for then? Returning the purity of another heart that amid the yellow bricks I pile up. Based on the book: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz - L. Frank Baum. https://www.literunico.com.br/jjr/post/4908

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Cards on the table Always double the bet Love is a winner Passion Joker Always ready No bluffing. Of single stone Game closes And it's just you That celebrates Doubles are made Perfect Lovers formed Who has no vision Stay back. Those are the rules. From the game-life This field Where many Run For an ideal Ideal Love. ~ JJr.

Cards. "...your past only concerns me from your mouth, so I wish her along with mine in the present..." JJr.

--- I play cut, Stab. Closed environment. --- JJr.

§*§ Like walking ants, the direction the wind blows He can't find you. The dancing of their wings You can't reach him. Put on more sparkle, flame without fear. There's no more secret. §*§ JJr.

--- Outdoors & posters. Warnings of danger, magazines and newspapers in shapes, symbols and signs. Circles, triangles, rectangles and squares everywhere. --- JJr.

*** Fireflies circling, on stage the cicadas & crickets to orchestrate. It's the vast hall of nature. From the attentive owl to watch & listen, the frog dating the moon croaking. ***** JJr.

#Link365TemasLivros #Desafio365Livros Day 21 Comment on the Library in a book where poetry or prose become an instrument of denunciation, but without giving up formal beauty, works that transform revolt into language. (Vale comment on Lido marking or on Reading and Review, do not forget to mark the share box in the profile) #Desafio365postagens Day 159 The Voice That Burns There are words that are not meant to console. They were cut to cut, to burn the eyes of those who pretend not to see, to burst the page chains. The poet who writes with blood You don't ask for a metric license. He raises his voice like a blade and turns the paper into a battlefield. Because there's pain that doesn't fit in silence, And there's beauty that's only born In the middle of the scream. Eder B. Jr. @literunico indication <h5><span style='color: red;'>#ASenzalaZLIT7Z</h5><p>QZLIT10ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>ZLIT13ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/796'><strong>A Senzala</strong></a></p>

#Dia 341 Efusion Break the seal of the uncontained soul, A river of lava, no direction. Efusion is the syrup of life, It's a brutal exaltation. Do not measure, nor guard, It's intense explosion, verb in flower. At its core, a bitter pain, But you sing like a troubadour. It is laughter in mourning, it is a serene cry, It's cryful in disguise. Efusion has a mild taste And an old scream, choked. In every attempt, a disaster, A sigh that overflows the being. Efusion is the crystalline sky It molds as it blooms. Let the emotion invade you, May the soul pour without modesty. For when it is reached, It responds in total splendor. Eder B. Jr.

I still don't know what to write in the dedication of physical books! Gesus beloved help me.

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TUCSON (Old poems 014) Some people know that most of my old poems were made for a great love of youth, which accompanied me to some 12 years ago and ended somewhat complex. His name was Divine. She had stealth-color eyes, sculptural body, maliciously beautiful smile (the most attentive ones must have recognized her in several poems of mine around here). She was a strong woman who faced the world (literally: she left the interior of Minas to live her life in the U.S., and after winning there, she returned to the countryside). *** She's past, but the poems are eternal. I had made these poems for her. The idea has already become so unreal, so absurd, that I don't mind posting here... I My love is in Tucson, You, who know how I am, You, who accept my faults, Arizona, here I go! There, I have no stewardships, Nor am I a friend of the King; But I love a gift there, I love it so much, I don't even know... If here I'm not happy, There I will never be sad, ♪ 'Cause I've got a tellin' there ♪ That love there exists; And without making any noise, You'll give me what you've always wanted. II I'm leaving for Tucson: You, who dream like me You who bleed my sorrows You, who feel like I'm yours. There's the woman I want, And I don't care about the bed. There I have who I love most And I love, and I love like crazy!... But your bed is empty; Maybe this is the fate Of every mortal you love... My love is a fine breeze What day and night he calls you: Divine. You shouldn't think about it anymore. I don't think, I swear. It's a past. Today I have my love, my gift, the woman of my life. But the structure and delicacy of the little children, the child's thunders that go to the park and, mainly, the homage to the Flag are worth it to be published. As I always say: no one reads, not even she will read (not that I care...) My love is elsewhere, The further, the better: I don't want that gift anymore. Arizona, nevermore! There are no kings or queens there, I can't live there. There's no stewardship there. I have nothing to do there. I prefer to stay here: Another love one day comes Give me a kiss and smile!... My love no longer blinds me: Oh, my angel, my nigga! As I still wait for you!... I'm getting too corny. I think you'd better stop making poems. *** But, calm down: that was 12 years ago. It's like whiskey: things get better with time.

How much of your heat Did you beat my heart? I'm not sure. Many summers The heat and the immensity From being, from the heart. Shadows of Thoughts In you I have a fever But I won't die My medicine is Your being Opening the bodies Refreshing Living On moon days All full Of pride If you do I accept Your desires Like a pierrot Life never falls apart And I keep going Enchanted Harlequin At these stations. ~*~ JJr.

I wanted to understand myself. to know why. or that a kilo of feathers or lead It's only a kilo I'm sorry. Edu Liguori

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#ABibliotecadaMeia-NoiteZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/723'><strong>A Midnight Library</strong></a></p><p>#Link365TemasLivrosZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros - 20/365<br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where inner restlessness reveals itself with lyrical intensity, works in which conflict is intimate and the poem or prose becomes the only possible place for the excess of the soul not to transhide in silence. </p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#OcairdanoiteZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/86'><strong>O Nightfall</strong></a>ZLIT14ZXQ<p>#Link365TemasLivrosXZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros - 19/365<br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book that celebrates a historical or civic date, not as formal record, but as experience, memory or satire, where the date becomes the stage to reveal the spirit of a time or the irony of time. <br /> In this tale of Isaac Asimov, narrates a historical moment on the planet Lagash.</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#MarcelDuchampouocastelodapurezaZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: XQZLIT10ZX<strong>Marcel Duchamp or the castle of purity</strong>ZLIT13ZXQ</p>QZLIT15ZXQ#Link365TemasLivrosZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros -18/365<br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where art is language and conflict, in which aesthetic creation is not only expression, but clashes, between worldviews, beliefs, schools, traditions and destinations. <br /> <br /> I did my TCC in the post of Art History about Duchamp's thinking and thinking, and how it subverted traditional art. </p>