terça-feira, fevereiro 20, 2007

MI CRISTO ROTO - por P. Ramóm Cué


QUE SAUDADES...A ÚLTIMA VEZ QUE FALEI SOBRE O LIVRO DO P. CUÉ "MI CRISTO ROTO", O QUAL NÃO PARO DE FOLHEAR PORQUE ME ENCANTA... DIZIA ELE... "MIRÉ DE REOJO... AQUEL CRISTO ROTO LO HABIA CONQUISTADO DESDE EL PRIMERO INSTANTE. TODAVIA SIN QUERER EXHIBIR INTERÉS VOLVEO LOS OJOS PARA LOS OTROS OBJETOS JUNTO DE CRISTO. PERO, DE NUEVO, SE ACERCÓ DEL CRISTO SIN CRUZ. SUS MANOS LE PEGARON DESEANDO ACARICIARLO...PERO NO LO HIZO A FIN DE QUE EL VENDEDOR NO AUMENTARA EL PRECIO. DOMINÉ MIS DEDOS, DICE EL PADRE, PARA NO TOCARLE. SUS OJOS NO LE HABIAN ENGAÑADO. MESMO ROTO Y SIN CRUZ ERES UM CRISTO MUY BELLO...

segunda-feira, fevereiro 05, 2007

TO MY GRANDCHILD SEBASTIÃO WITH LOVE




IT WAS A POOR ROSE
FALLEN ON THE GRASS
ALONE ABANDONED WET
HURTED ON THE GROUND

THE MOTHER TREE CRYS
FOR HAVING LOST A CHILD
IT WAS THE WIND AND THE RAIN
THE CAUSE OF SUCH PAIN

BUT........OH GOD
WITH A SAD HEART
LITTLE FINGERS
OF PURE HANDS
PICKED THE ROSE UP

SUCH NICE ROSE WET
WAS A GIFT I RECEIVED
FROM SOMEONE I LOVE
I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS

domingo, fevereiro 04, 2007

BLESSED GARDENS




BLESSED ARE THE GARDENS
SPREAD OVER THE WORLD
HAPPY WOULD I BE
TO STEAL THEM FOR ME...

WILL IT BE A CRIME
LOVE THE COLOURS OF THE FLOWERS
THE BLUE OF THE SKY
THE GREEN OF THE SEA...

REAL FRIEND IS GOD
TO GIVE US THE NATURE
WE CAN FED OUR SOULS
WITH COLOUR JOY AND FAITH...

quinta-feira, fevereiro 01, 2007

THE FORESTS





THE FORESTS
LIGHTED BY A SUN
WARM AND NICE
A GOLDEN COLOR
ARE TO DIE AND DIE
DAY AFTER DAY
AT THE HANDS OF MAN.....
HOW SAD
HOW MANY TEARS
FALL FROM OUR EYES
FLYING AND VANISHING AWAY.....

MAQIRA

"ALENTEJO DA MINHA'ALMA.............."


CUTE KID


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