LET CHILDREN BE...


Don't try to silence kids
We have important things 
To learn from them

Their minds are fresh
Their thoughts come in torrents of creativity

Kids are as authentic as can be 
Free souls
Not tied to any convention

Their natural innocence
Make them original to the core

Children have the honesty
Grown ups lost
No masks, no shields, no make ups
Just plain honesty

They love a good laugh
That can last for hours in a row
The reason why?
Nothing in particular
They seem to have fun
Even with the sound of it!

Kids don't need great possessions
To see value in life
Old leaves
Little stones
 A hill to climb up
These things are enough
To feed their ambitions
Because they live the moment
Not days or weeks or months ahead
They embrace life
Made of seconds, minutes
Fractions of time

They don't mind to walk in rags
Have dirty hands and faces
Kids are innate adventurers
Eager to explore everything around them
With the thirst of passionate scholars

Let them be free
To be who they want to be
This kind of freedom is rare 
And must be savored to the core of the bone
Before maturity steals it forever...

-Simone Bittencourt Shauy-

THE FALLING SNOW...


It snows
Torrents of cotton
The ground is immaculated white

Snowy days
Have a particular silence
That is possible to hear
Like muffed cracks

Vastitude of softness
Serene and sensual

The wind comes in gusts
Slashes the windows
As a desperate lost traveler
Looking for shelter
In the middle of a storm

Blanket of snow
The only sovereign thing standing right now

Tiny flakes
Fall as parachute jumpers
Embracing the surfaces
With the delicacy 
Of a lover's touch...

-Simone Bittencourt Shauy- 

GOLDEN HAIR



That golden hair
Blowing by the dancing wind
Looked like silky reins
Trying to tame impetuous horses...

It extended the beauty of such an extraordinary face
That not even the talent of a Michelangelo
Could capture its splendor...

The hair slapped her skin again and again
Gentle whips
Reminding me of 
Sunshines and diamonds...

I could contemplate them endlessly
But who knows
It did not hide the power of the great Medusa
Who turned her admirers
Into forever stones...

-Simone Bittencourt Shauy-