Mlucio’s Profile
- Age: 71
- Location: Bratislava
- Gender: Male
- Country: Slovakia
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Biography
Mauro Lucio da Silva, was born in Juiz de Fora, Minas Gerais, Brazil, in 1953. Mauro Lucio lost his parents when he was only four years old. Without his relatives support, he started his study when he was 24 years old. It was during his high school studies, when he first had contact with poetry, and it was also, the time he started his love affair with poems and began to write. Mauro Lucio graduated from high school but never had the opportunity to finish his university studies.
In 1974, Mauro Lucio joined the Brazilian Foreign Affairs, where after passing his examinations, he was appointed to a position of Chancellery Attaché. In the following years, he has been appointed to serve at Brazilian Embassies in different cities in North America, South America, Europe, Africa and Asia. He and his ex-wife Miraci, raised two daughter in the capital of Brazil, Brasilia.
In 2005, Mauro Lucio printed a private edition his first book “MEUS PASSOS” with 300 copies and in 2007, efforts led him, once again private edition, to publish the “O CANTAR DOS VENTOS” with 200 copies.
In all his poems, Mauro Lucio shows a great spiritual sensibility and a very special way to express concrete interference of the nature in his life.
Recent Poems
- Paths of Ritan Park
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- Paths of Ritan Park Ritan! Through your paths I desperately walk not fearing going astray in them. I hide behind your tress, trying, from my ...
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- Ritan park
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- Ritan park Ritan! In your winding paths I run After the life that runs away from me. Behind each one Of your trees, hides the love that I dream to ...
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- Sun of China
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- Sun of China The sun of China merciless wipe my skin. It dies of jealousy of my love for their lovely daughters. They look to my dark skin with tender, ...
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- DEATH
- Tags: Death
- Death Death seems to be the end of all things, pristine illusion. Death is no end, there is no end, as such. No more than The beginning of our lives, Death ...
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