The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heardon the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dream
shis shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trillo
f things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heardon the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
Maya Angelou
For you, my friend
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6 comments:
Amiga, não vinha cá há imenso! E está cheio de pérolas. Parabéns! (tens é de "desamargar" um bocadinho, ok?) Vera
nada disso ... eu sou a doçura em pessoa :P
Obrigada Butt a Fly (gostei...), e volta sempre :)
We miss you! Quase um ano sem posts?
you can thank facebook for that!
:P
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.
(Autumn day, Rainer Maria Rilke)
You have a dream
I know you have a dream
Your dream is my dream
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