Sunday Morning: “There’s no words”


“Damned is the man who abandons himself”
These six words show
That the worse the situation is
Never, ever should a man consider it is lost.

~ Raimundo A. Sobrinho

Raimundo Arruda Sobrinho, 77, is a Brazilian poet and writer. Born in a rural area of Goiás on 1 August 1938, he moved to São Paulo at the age of 23 where he worked as a gardener and a book seller. In the late 1970s, early 1980s, nearly at the end of the military dictatorship of Brazil, he became homeless, and this lasted for nearly 35 years. During this period he wrote several poems and short stories, but they remained unknown until they were discovered by Shalla Monteiro in April 2011.


Thank you Sawsan

Comments

  1. Beautiful Man. Beautiful story. Beautiful message.

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  2. Yup, no words…..

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  3. yes yes yes

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  4. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    Sunday morning …. take s look!!

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  5. Deeply, touching.

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  6. OMG!! There ARE no words! Thanks for sharing ….

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  7. We should never take our blessings, for granted…
    Out among the endless sea of disenfranchised people, was Raimundo A. Sobrinho..a jewel of a writer, a struggling man who existed in plain sight…overlooked, day by day, year by year…disconnected from society, at large…he quietly, staked his claim of presence…

    He lived on an “island” a strip of green-way in the midst of active traffic (perhaps in a residential neighborhood)….I think of the word “island” and how many go to an island to get away from it all, to vacation in paradise…..I think of the word, “island” and how an island is disconnected from the mass of a continent, seemingly independent but truly, needing connection with the “mainland”, I think further of the word “island” and the inner-landscape of one’s mind and the words of John Donne, which speak of need, “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee”

    There is always a need of connect..within the Brotherhood of man…I think of Shalla Monteiro willingness to “Reach In” making a connection… what took place, when she did and Raimundo A. Sobrinho in his vulnerability, accepted her approach, then her dignified compassion, a friendship blossomed and the destiny of many people’s journeys was enriched….including our own….

    Our actions will always affect someone else…

    “Damned is the man who abandons himself” He never abandoned himself…we abandoned him…..

    Thank you for the introduction to Raimundo A. Sobrinho and his life…In gratefulness for you and your caring humanity,

    Kindly, Christie

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  8. There are some words. Where there is life…hope. always. I’d love to find his book.

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  9. Dave and Van – what I was able to find out is that he is Hoping to find a publisher…for now you can read some of his writing on a facebook page…

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