Poems, 11: Fallen and 12: Remaning Traces

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 11: Fallen

She knows
She feels
No sounds needed
No words required
The loved one is not coming back

Fallen out there
Somewhere
In the rotten fields
A life cut short
The heart she cared for

A dead body
Filled up
With foolish memories
With impossible promisses
The one has left her for ever.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 12: Remaining traces

Empty bed
Lonely song
A trace remaining
In a heart of stone

Beyond her dream
No touches to feel
A trace remaining
In a memory to kill

Beyond her words
Tears grow old
A trace remaining
In nobody’s hold

Empty dream
Since the time she left
A trace remaining
From the day of her death.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums

Again
The drums beat
(has she not heard them before?)
They beat and beat
Calling for war
Stealing the senses
Robbing the mind
Transforming the heart

Continuously
The drums pound
(Has she not paid to them attention?)
They pound and pound
Dancing for destruction
Changing into marches
Steel into guns
Humans into animals

Infernaly
The drums strike
(Has she awaken to reality too late?)
They strike and strike
Towards the end
That chould not have been
Youth innocence burned
By killing machines

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 9: No Choice

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 9: No Choice

Signals and signs
The courage to be
From the heart
From the soul
Into the pounding
Into the glow

Signals and signs
Give no option
But the courage to be
Live with the fight
Til the bleeding stops
Or die in the night

Signals and signs
Without option
Without choice
Only renew the courage to be
Not any alternative
The struggle is her true identity

Signals and signs
Allow no option
To be followed
Continuing is the only way
The rediscovery of the courage to be
Keeping destruction at bay.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Only a poem

I am running from meeting to meeting, from writing to writing. Ijust have time to enter a poem today.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 8: Best Friend

Distert memories
Suffering battles
Wars
Cutting though the shades
Her weapon is her best friend
Down the hill
Over the fences

Pain disappears
Blood never dries
In the far distance
Bangs
Loud Cries

Run, run
Till the past fades
Her companion talks
Kills
Destroys
Down the hill
Over the fences

Run, run
Escaping life
Away from her self
As the mist transforms
Into her friendly hell.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Reactions

Uff!
I did not expect so much reaction on my poems and other things. So I few points in answer to questions:
1. The date below each poem is when it was revised. Some of the poems have been written a long while ago, some have been read by others and some have been read in public. I have combined the poems to present a "kind of" story. But each book and each poem holds on its own.
2. Yes, some of my poems have been turned into music.
3. Questions about the poems can be sent to me here in the blog as comments.
4. Yes, I help people to get money in European projects. On this, go to my work webpage and write to my "professional" e-mail. Some of my friends just got nearly 350 thousand EUROS (aprox the same in dolars) from the European Commission. to work in a project for two years.
5. Questions about Akademi Norr can sent to the secretariat. Look at the address on the side. It is true the educational programmes and courses are good. In some case one is approaching 100% employment after higher education. There is even a Ski Akademy, if you are into combining higher education and winter sports.
6. Yes, the Challenge Award have really been compared to the Nobel Przie. The cerimonials are the same, in the same place, etc. For questions on the Challenge, one can write to the Challenge secretariat. It is also link to the side.
7. I admit: so far the blog format is kind of primitive. I will try to improve. Thanks to the criticisms.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 7: Golden Dragon

Nothing left
Just the sorrow
Lost Dream
A forgotten tommorrow

One step forward
You disappear
No scream
Not a single tear

Glad with your theft
Out of the way
In the future
To justice you will pay

Have a reward
Have two
Around the corner
A dragon waits for you.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Applications and Poems

I read through what is open in funding from European Commission and related services: Over 3000 entries in the TED tender database + plus everything else that is not there. Got a few minutes to get a few more points on the article on ICT and Health in China, as well as the article about the Brazilian electronic voting system. It is interesting that the Prudencio design of electronic voting, which originated in South Brazil, has become the dominant technology design in electronic voting at the global level.

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I will probably not have time to look at the blog before next Monday. Thus I enter here the poems for four days. One question already emerged in my e-mail box. What is the Station Cafe? Well, it is a place that inspired most of the poems in the collection that I am presenting here. It is located in the city of Umea, in North Sweden. You can find more about the Kafe Station here: http://www.kafestation.com/5.html
Life and Death at the Station Cafe has three books: Death (19 poems), Conflict (15 poems) and Life (11 poems). The poems are numbered: First the book number, number one is death, and the poem number. So there is an order. Start with I.1, followed by I.2 etc. So you have to look at the numbers to follow the story's order...

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 3: Needles

Humanity Lost
Suffering remains
Attractive smile hides
Destroyed rotten teeth
Nice hands disguise
Claw thorned arms
Sculptured body deifies
By hell abused tail
Behind the beauty
Screaming eyes
Terrorised by the events
That broke her soul
Stole her heart
Destroyed her mind.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 4: Ticket

Aerial plane
Insane feeling
Illicite gain
Ticket unused
Body abused
In a travelling with no focused end

Flying thought
Crazy killing
Begotten pain
Ticket unused
Mind confused
By a journey without a start and end.

Gliding soul
Unnatural dealing
Bullet in vain
Ticket unused
Heart accused
Of not living from beginning to end
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 5: Teenager's cry

All the stars
All the matters
All the signs
All the looks
Just scather
When she cries

Nothing shines
Nothing dies
Nothing emerges
Nothing moves
Drowning ether
When she cries

The end of light
The end of death
The end of life
The end of worlds
Join for ever
When she cries.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 6: Higher Education

Distorted
Crooked lines
Straighten up
In your twisted mind

Spins and whirlpools
Fast life into motions
All stationary
In your crazy emotions

So this is you
An invisible self imposition
Incapable of discerning
In your lack of distinction

Driven away
By your choice of insanity
Understanding disappearing
In your faked vanity

As you look at the mirror
Your higher education reveals nothing left
Just cockroaches
In your empty head
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Energy and Environment

I had one of these EU only days: Got the final fixes in the ICT-LEAP press release - It will be released on Monday; Surveyed the application materials for Intelligent Energy and went over the FAQs for the ESF 6. ESF 6 may be not that bad after all. Maybe I can convince the regional authorities to apply for it - deadline 24 January. Some innovation would not hurt. I also did some promotion of the IST funding. I think that people at the Interactive Institute in Umea could really get some euros to do good things in this story

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I still have somethings to do before the end of the day, which ends at 20:00hrs - AOM papers to review, final touchs and submission of the ICT for Health in China to Inderpress, and to comment to the focus and guidelines for the The I3E 2006 conference is the sixth IFIP conference on e-Commerce, e-Business, and e-Government to be held in Turku, Finland.

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I will update my blogg knowledge tomorrow, I guess. I need some order in these pages. But I am happy for the 15 minutes I enter here. I wonder when I am going to have time to read a book ...

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 2:Vanishing Act

Dying a slow death
At each smoke
Vanishes her youth
In the drug path

Dying a slow death
At each burning
Disappears her joy
In the destructive theft

Dying a slow death
At each puff
Fades her beauty
With the fast breath

Dying a slow death
After each cigarette
Remains less and less
Of her life left.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Time to enter poems

From 5 in the morning to 19:00 (7 at night). This is becoming a normal days here. But it was a good day. I got the first correction on the article about ICT and Health in China (which I am writing with Kwong and and Tang). I also entered my first article in Acontecendo Aqui, my Portuguese language column. The link ist to the side here. The press release about the ICT-LEAP project has been sent to Umeå University and should appear early next week (It is going to move things). I went also through the difficult process of trying to find some funding alternative to European projects also. I think I will be able to role at least three applications before the 27th January. I got Finish Academy to communicate its funding possibilities to my friends in Ireland. And had the information about the regional development meeting in Brussels move one step forward. Not so bad.

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My writing in the Portuguese language column is about the situation in Cyprus. Unlesss we do something about it - and it seems that the only possible solution is to have all parts admitted to the European Union - we could find ourselves in an armed conflict. To the surprise of many, including my Greek friends, it is the Greek-Cypriots that are been inflexible. The situation is even more complicated because it involves also Middle East interested parties: Israel, Libanon and Palestine are just a few minutes jet flights/rockets away.

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Gabriel is somewhere in a place called Uberaba in Brazil and Daniel is somewhere in the same country.

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Not much time for book reading today.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 1: Walk into the heart of death

I hope
She would stop
Her steps
As she walks
Turn around
Pierce my heart
Come here
Lay down
Hold my breath
With her eyes
Embracing knives

I wish
She would halt
My sleep
As I dream
Touch the ground
Reflect the dark
So near
Her soul
Would remove the air
Breathing life
Into our lives.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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New Year 2006

2005 was not such a bad year. If 2006 is just half as good, I will be able to achieve quite a lot.
Fireworks everywhere - In Umeå, Sweden, they were very nice indeed. This time I saw them from far way. In 2004 I had the possibiltiy of experience the fireworks from the middle fo the town. 2005 I was somewhere else. This year I could see all in perspective.
As I could not catch a bus to the Swedish Lappland, I spent some time watching a Mr. Bean video.
Now I am back in Lycksele - and working as usual.
A number of things were possible today: I talked to my mother (who is a linguist) about locating funding for a friend's project on the Sami Language. Maybe we can get him into a doctoral programe to save the language. Imagine - An European language with only 10 speakers!
I also surveyed what is going on about the 2006 October regional conference in Brussels. The deadline for suggestions is 27 January. If North Sweden focus on tourism and/or testing, the region will be able to find enough European allies to carry the day. But one has to think how to carry this on. If the European dimension is lost in this type of suggestions, it is not accepted in Brussels.

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Not much reading today, but I finally got out, after several tries and mistakes of mine, the paper on ICT and health in China. It is amazing how much the world has to learn from the Hong Kong and the SARS experience. Those guys were really good. They actually saved the planet, if one thinks about it.

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I did a final check on copyright issues. If I understood this, once I publish things here, I am the holder of rights. All this is complicated - I just want to make sure that if some gets popular with my poems, I will get some share of it. I do not think my poems are that good - but there is nothing wrong in dreaming.

Road meetings

Talking about meetings!
Today, we had a discussion about the construction of new road infrastrucutre into Norway. It is very possible to do things here, provided one really tries. Sweden is strange in this way. The country is extremily successful, but the same social structures that contributed to the past success, seem to be outdated today. Response time from the system for new projects/ideas is too long. In addition, there is too much of an attitude of "not rocking the boat". Innovation environment becomes difficult in this case. To do something new and introduce it in a system means to do what was not done before before. Swedes have to adjust. The Swedish culture is a minority culture in Europe (and certainly in the world) and they make a 100% effort at been accepted, though not always with success. Tha mazing is the great success of Swedish music. It is Swedens's post year 2000 road into the future.
Three things I succeed in checking: The road project, the possibiltiy of setting up a regional energy agency, and the funding to interest young people in science.
At the same time, there is too much to do in other fronts. I wonder if I will make it. If I alone do what I need to under January, it will be a 7 days a week, 17 hours a day job.

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Reading of the day: Schoonhoven - The entrepreneurship dynamic (2001)

I will try to have a word about it next time.

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I have been able to communicate with Gabriel over the wire today. I hope to be able to do this often. It is important, at least to me.

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On monday poems will start to appear here. I have to check on the copyright issues first. But I got my links in order, to the left of the page.
Great new year to all!

Not such a simple day: I started from Umeå in the coast of North Sweden at 05:30 local time, reaching the office in Lycksele at 08:10. Snow but not so cold. It was -10 centigrades when I got to work. In this time between Christmas and New Year, almost everything is closed and it is even difficult to get a cup of coffee that tastes somewhat decent.
Most of day was taken by meetings: We talked much about the courses which Academi Norr and its allied Learning Centers and universities will be offering in the first term of next year. We have some excellent programmes and projects here, I must admit: car testing, gis, mining, cross media, tourism, etc. http://www.akademinorr.se
I had some time for project writing: I wrote the press releases for ICT-LEAP, got the science for young people in order. I am glad about ICT-LEAP: those people really deserve that money! I am almost finished with the ICT and health in China. I took a few minutes to inform the local political leadership on the TEN (the EU transport programme) possibilities. They have a consultation right now, which means that people can make their voice heard in the European Commission.
I think I like the blog structure that I have written yesterday. Today I got my profile extended (but not finished) today. I think I am going to try to keep a 15 minutes a day at blog writting, except when I am on the move (no writing) or when something exceptional may require more text.

First Post

All posts have their first. And I guess that every one who have a first post, write something like this. At this point this blog is in th eprocess of been established. But the general lines are like this:
A bit about my work
A bit about my readings
A bit about my writings
One of my poems.
So this is it for the day. Otherwise I will miss a deadline for a newspaper.