Celia PetryLos Angeles, California, USA |
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Celia Petry was born in Erechim, Rio grande do Sul, Brazil. She has been writing poetry since she was in High School, and several of them were published in newspapers. Her husband Carlos Alberto and her three children - Camile, Carine, and Carlos Gustavo - are her trustworthy friends. She says: "They understand my feelings. I always speak about restless changes and I make them. It's being willing to change that leads you to a satisfying life. No fear about changes. No fear about farewells." |
Farewell SongAbout meetings and farewellsI know. About travels and foreign lands I saw. Life and time. Wind and mind. Wave and sand. Storm and rain. To seek a rest It sounds a lie. To look for peace It means to die. Come along with me, look at the sky I don't see borders in the world. Farewell is beginning if you hold. A good adventurer doesn't cry. Farewells are beginnings you will see Farewells are beginnings Believe Believe Believe me! | LibertyA house without wallsNo windows No doors No grids No locks Only my feet on the floor. A huge endless space No furniture inside No limits No rules - My mind. | Santa Monica SandsAll my loveTo the people Who pass by. Hearts beating Any way Any weather Any time. Barefoot tourists - walkers Between the ocean and the sky. I'm sure I won't see them twice So I say in my silence: "Welcome!" And one second later: "Good bye!" |