Pierre Sotér has written more than 1000 sonnets. "Sailing on Words" is a selection of his best sonnets, which take the reader into a state of contemplation and evaluation of our inner and outer worlds. The book is organized in three sections: Break of Day, Reason & Faith and Exceptions. The best way to feel the book is to read some poems:
Cover poem, "Sailing on Words"
Above a million stars above my head,
below the pile of stones below my feet,
there are a million ends of the same thread,
are heard the calls of esses wanting to meet.
Inside a million beats inside my heart,
outside the shining blue outside this ship,
there are a million bits from the same part,
there is a sea of words, there is a trip.
Along a million waves towards the Moon,
and winds filling white sails that fly as birds
over a million dreams, a single tune,
this ship goes everywhere, sailing on words.
Above a million stars above my head,
there is something . . . above what can be said.
The Painting
At dawn, I had a dream that left a painting,
which covers, where I go, the walls around.
In it there are some lines and colours waiting,
can what they represent here be found?
The unseen lines will weave the threads of time,
the colours, still transparent, the profound
secrets and hopes that dwell in every mind,
the ways in which bodies and souls are bound.
The painting is a message, magic mirror
of worlds abreast, a guiding map, an arrow
one day we hurled, the one old silent hero
taking the blows through routes unknown and narrow.
There is a place for each colour and line,
which when painting life we should well combine.
Reason & Faith
Should the occasion crawl and cross my way,
and shining be the Moon more than it does,
things I regret I said I would unsay,
and things I did not do I'd do for us.
Should heavens once proclaim what I did wrong,
if twice I'd not refrain from what I did,
I would deceive myself, pretend I'm strong,
a poor human monster, a giant squid.
Should my mind betray existence rules,
and should my heart not take my soul's command,
I would have no essence, no living tools,
reduce my life to naught, a sleight of hand.
I shall try to follow reason and faith,
and trust where they will join I'll have a place.
