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Monday, January 30, 2006
THE SONG OF BIRDS
THE SONG OF BIRDS
Wanderlino Arruda
It’s a feeling of relief,
immense happiness,
a certainty of being alive,
in a world made by God,
a natural world,
that still exists,
even when we can’t see our neighbors
on the other side of the street.
I admire the song of birds,
yes, the song of free birds,
of birds that fly over,
here, there, everywhere,
where they feel so good,
the true owners of the air,
of the wind, of the sky.
The song of birds
insinuates a sweet morning of seduction,
more than human,
almost divine,
a celestial morning:
blue, green, yellow,
visible song of clarity.
Birds’ songs don’t have only music:
they have light, they glint,
they have movement,
they have color and brightness.
I would say they’ve got perfume
of wild smells
of my hinterland.
POETRY
WANDERLINO CRONICAS
WANDER E SUAS CRONICAS
WANDER HOROSCOPOS
WANDER HUMOR
WANDERLINO CRONICAS
WANDER POESIAS
WANDER IDEIAS
WANDER MENSAGENS
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posted by POEMA VIRTUAL
: 4:27 PM
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