“𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎
𝑆𝑎𝑖 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎
𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎
𝑆𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎
𝑆𝑎𝑖 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎
𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎
𝑆𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎
𝑃𝑜̃𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝑒 𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙
𝐸 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑒-𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑙
𝑂𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐴𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜
𝐴 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑚
𝑉𝑒̂ 𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜
𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎̀ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒
𝐴 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑚
𝑉𝑒̂ 𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜
𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎̀ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒
𝐵𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜
𝐵𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒
𝑇𝑒𝑚 𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠
𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑚
𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝐴𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜
𝑉𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝐴𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜
𝑉𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑜, 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜
𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑙
𝑉𝑎𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜
𝑆𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑜𝑙
𝐹𝑎𝑧 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝑆𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎̃𝑜
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑜
𝑆𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎̃𝑜
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎̃𝑜
𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎̃𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑎
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟
𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑟
𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑠
𝐸 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜
𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐̧𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑎̀ 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜.”
𝐸 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜
𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐̧𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑎̀ 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜.”
Poema escrito pelo Mestre Aníbal Rodrigues
Projeto apoiado pelo Prémios ao Valor Social da Fundación Cepsa.
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