Wanderlino is like walking barefoot
in the early morning dew or a
soft and sudden spring shower.
It touches the middle places in
our hearts that we can never quite
define, with his counter-attack
of other world, timeless expressions
of novel, sensual and sensorial
expressions that we would gladly
like to express ourselves but
can never quite put in words.
His poetry sends you sailing through
your own imagination, conjuring
up rich new images, smells, tastes,
It is a wonderful and rewarding
experience. His amazing life has
yielded an incredible legacy of
wisdom that he has generously
shared with us without restraint.
Read Happiness, for example. It
is a pure pearl of lucid light.
I get the adolescent feeling of
savoring the best ice-cream cone
in the world when I get into his
work. He is a whirlwind of creative
His poems rhyme in context instead
of verse. He has opened up a whole
brand new galaxy of sparkling
adjectives used in such a startling
manner that you can hear colors,
see tastes, touch thoughts…The
reason and rhyme of it all obviously
comes from his Emerald Princess.
Her turquoise gase runs tranquilly
and powerfully through this latest
work much as a wide and powerful
river does on its way to the sea.
I had to try to explain Wanderlino,
two words come immediately to
mind; Jolly and Passionate. Jolly,
because his Santa Claus laughter
rings out with real, spontaneous
mirth. Passionate, because he
is madly in love with life. This
poetry is to be read, re-read,
and read again and again, so sit
down, relax and feel the taste
of his words, the words of a man
Montes Claros, MG, Brazil, 2004,