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Christmas Poem
Vinicius de Moraes
For this we are made:
To remember and be reminded
To cry and to cry
To bury our dead -
So we have long arms for the farewells
Hands spoon that was given
fingers to dig the earth.
So shall our lives:
One afternoon always forgetting
A star to fade in the darkness
A path between two graves -
So we need to ensure
Talking down, tread lightly, see
night sleep in silence.
Not much to say:
A song about a cradle
A verse, perhaps, love
A prayer for those who will -
But this time do not forget
And our hearts for her
If you leave, serious and simple.
Because we were made for this:
To hope for the miracle
For the participation of poetry
to see the face of death -
Suddenly wait anymore ...
Tonight is young, from death just
born, immensely.
Christmas
Vinicius de Moraes
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Suddenly the sun rose
And the rooster crow :
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- Christ was born!
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The ox, the field lost
He let out a long-lowing:
- Where? Where?
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With its bleating shake
Light says the lamb:
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- In Bethlehem! In Bethlehem!
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Here but when, in Bray
If you hear the laughter of the donkey:
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- It was rather that I was there!
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And the parrot is cute
He began to speak: - You lie!
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The animals feather, flocking
complained protesting.
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The loft all cooed:
- Cruz credo! Cruz credo!
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Brava
The parrot starts screaming:
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- Bullshit! Arara. Yahhh!
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- Christ was born! sings the rooster.
- Where? asked the bull.
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- In a barn! - The horse
Glad snicker where he was.
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Bale lamb also:
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- In Bethlehem! Mé! In Bethlehem!
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And the animals all went
The parrot cockatiel
E, anger had given him
A very great curries.
Merry Christmas!
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