Teresinka Pereira
Texting, we change worlds.
Sideways we go from a third world
to a first potency leader
with fingers on the keyboard.
We write text with live dreams
unraveling though a silent past
poor in history and speeches.
Each Ipad screen presents
a superman with sweet love messages
which gives the woman reader
the intuition of his emotional loneliness
It is a profanation of the daily reality
because the texts are endless,
Facebook is a market
of political ambitions and
home-made inventions.
I still can hide a nocturnal secret
which I keep between my fingers
or maybe at the corner of the screen
in order to save my virtual super-ego
from stranger internet blogs.