Interludes (1)

9-interludes-2Calliope

Calliope, Muse of sinuous lips,
All your sisters sing but you are the First
And the one whose singing most attention calls
For your song is the most beautiful, and more than beautiful
Is your red Mouth

As the individual, your dear and loved creation,
After thousands centuries erring as a wandering beast on Earth,
Enters the world of language through the mirror of society
And for the first moment in history is able to state
the word I, at the very same time he says State

You teach the knowledges that unite people in Nations
Providing a stable pattern for language to be changed and mirrored
But you remain with their origins preserved, the rites, culture, sciences,
Arts, thoughts, aims, concerns, and dreams
So they can remember who they are,
Where from they came and where should they go
All this polyphony coded in verse indestructible as the pyramid of a king

And this King called Hector lays now on this tomb
For the Gods pitied him who was pious and just
And through your voice erected him a monumental grave
To advice mankind of the gravity of his mistake
They sacrificed him as the goat of a tragedy
With all the colors and wits of the Muses united
So that even the most stubborn mind could clear see 
His example should not be followed

And the oath of this Epic tale is an advice
Addressed to who dares think to be out of reach
Of the revenge of the gods and their rage
No one will progress and live a long life
By choosing to remain on the wrong 
When one knows one is not doing right

So says your song to all ears Muse of the mouth

You are the force that moves the tongue
In the liquid cave enclosed by the lips
You are the guardian of the names
And of men´s promise of eternal life
You are the enchanted key that locks Kronos in his cell
Your call incites the force of mankind to help Zeus in his task
And keep the vicious Titans inside Hell

For who would weep on the beloved one´s grave
To relieve the pain and his memories refresh
If the letters written on his epitaph
Would not make sense nor enchant the syllables to be lit by sound?

Sing to us, Muse, and open the secrets of the States
How under the word democracy hatred has been coined
How under the shield of liberty so many people have been killed

Enlist not soldiers this time, list souls!
The thousand sacrifices that were for mad profit made
In the name of capital, open market or in the name of communism

How many wars were started
How many lives were slaughtered?
How many children died?

Sing loud now your most wonderful Epic and wake us up
Incite us to read more and again your healing books
To reinvent the past and peace in the future admire

Type on your Iliad´s first page word number one,
So that the cruelties of the past won´t be erased nor forgotten,
And over the mean name wrath rewrite

Desire!

Sobre Solda

Luiz Antonio Solda, Itararé (SP), 1952. Cartunista, poeta, publicitário reformado, fundador da Academia Paranaense de Letraset, nefelibata, taquifágico, soníloquo e taxidermista nas horas de folga. Há mais de 50 anos tenta viver em Curitiba. É autor do pleonasmo "Se não for divertido não tem graça". Contato: luizsolda@uol.com.br
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