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LOVED IN VALLEYS OF HE-BRON

Wanderlino Arruda

At your table, I breathe flowers
I taste shades,
I inhale dreams,
I hear my lover’s voice,
I walk in waves of love.

Charming is the dawn,
because it shines in fragrances
of the most sparkling garden.
Rain and sun!

Between bubbles of splendor,
my lover’s kiss flies sweetly,
she has the scent of myrrh
and lies upon my chest.

My lover is like a wild flower,
her touch brings me luminous wind
like a flower of henna,
or like a flock of tenderness
of the vineyards at Engedi.

nearly far from He-bron.

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BRAZILIAN NATION

Wanderlino Arruda

Glory to the race,
glory to the color,
glory to the beauty of the form.
Glory, glory,
that the negro earned,
glory, glory, that the negro deserves,
soul and life of our Brazil!

Three hundred years since the valiant Zumbi,
three centuries past brave warrior,
three centuries of the growing negro nation,
in the drudgery of slavery,
in the fight for space in our greater culture:
the dance,
the food,
the music,
the cheerful irreverence
active intelligence and freedom,
the natural joy of an innocent act of being
that represents Brazil.

Glory to the arts of Aleijadinho,
glory to the poetry of Gonçalves Dias,
glory to the romance of Machado de Assis,
glory to the voice of Milton Nascimento,
glory to the feet of Pelé.
Glory to the samba of our Carnival.
Together, linked, in history,
all they, and much more
form the real Brazil,
with life and citizenship.

Bless the race that gives color and life
to our great Brazil!

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JESUS CAME

Wanderlino Arruda

Year zero, year one,
year two, year three.
Initiating a new era.
They are twenty centuries past,
now, the beginning of the Twenty-First,
two thousand years of history:
He came.
Bread of life, light of the world.
Intense brilliance,
divine power, love, much love.
In the celebration of peace,
Jesus arrived.
He came!
Since long ago, the world was prepared:
Century of Péricles, in Greece;
in Rome, Century of Augustus.
Evolution, changes, new habits:
in the arts, in work,
in being and in life,
glades were opened,
trails were cleared,
new thinking in everything
and everywhere.
Before, time of the Baptist,
now, the time of Jesus.
Jesus came!
At each moment, new thoughts:
stories, parables, counsel;
new education,
wisdom for eternity,
examples for a new heart.
The way, the truth, the life,
now the dark night has stars,
everything is illuminated,
because He came!
The master doesn’t send messages:
the example is He himself.
the manger is simplicity,
the temple, wisdom.
In everything, revelation.
Jesus sees who has eyes to see,
He hears who knows how to hear.
Above everything, good feelings.
He came!
Thank You, my Lord,
thank You, today and always,
thank You with all our heart,
for sending us Jesus,
for bringing us His peace.
He really came!

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OUR FATHER

Wanderlino Arruda

To You, Lord,
full of love and light,
in heaven and everywhere,
where Your name is always blessed,
always sanctified,
in constant and eternal goodness.
To You, Lord, we present our prayer:
to deliver Your kingdom of joy
and understanding to us.
Your will be done, not ours,
here, where we are, there where You are
and where we will one day be;
the bread of health,
the disposition to work,
to understand and be understood,
to love and be loved,
give us today and always, Lord.
Although we still walk in sin,
give us Your forgiveness
and teach us how to pardon.
To the child that still exists in each of us,
give, Lord, Your protection.
Free us from evil,
and help us on the road to righteousness.
Only Yours, Lord, only Yours,
is the power,
the kingdom
and the glory forever,
for all time.

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REJOINING PSALMS

Wanderlino Arruda

Keep me, O Lord.
Make me, Lord, know Your ways,
free me from the tribulations of the heart,
teach me Your green ways.
Don’t keep distance from me.
I know that the just will inherit the earth,
because the mouths of the just pronounce wisdom
and You make them exult in joy,
as You help me see Your ways.
Show me always, Lord,
show me wonders of Your goodness.
Your words are transparent,
the fortress of faith,
light and color of my salvation.
In Your hands,
receiving my days,
with the breath of goodness.

Each day I will adore You.
Lord, at all times,
Your name will be on my lips.
I’ll look for peace,
I’ll search for it.
Always watching myself,
applauding with my heart, exulting.
My body will rest, singing Your hymns.
I’ll trust my path to You,
chanting psalms and singing praise.
That is why, in the morning,
every morning,
I present You my prayer
and wait.

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THE PORTUGUESE LANGUAGE

Wanderlino Arruda

Messenger of love,
keel of hope,
witness of many battles,
companion of many yearnings
in the greatest melting pot,
that history has ever seen.

You’re a mixture, a perpetual mixture
of Lusos, Celts, Fenicians,
Greeks and Cartaginians.
You’re the Iberian melting
together of Romans and Arians,
Alanos and Godos, brave people of Germany.

Mother language of a universal land,
the melting together of old Arabians,
battles and work of the African race,
mixed blood of the Americas.

You’re a history of many conquests,
of war and of peace,
of joy and of sadness,
of oppression and of freedom.
Above all, O, Portuguese Language,
you’re the greatest song of the race
made by men and women
that extended your frontiers.

The most humble,
you are sovereign and master
with the formation of a new race
the Lusitan people!

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YOU ARE WITH ME

Wanderlino Arruda

In truth, my Shepherd,
in truth, my Lord,
You’re always with me.
Your teachings,
Your admonitions console me.

In the presence of my adversaries,
in the presence of my friends,
in the presence of my loved ones,
goodness and love
will be with me all my life,
as long as I live.
For this reason, Lord,
and for much, much more,
Your house will be always my home,
for now and for all eternity.

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YOU’RE MY SHEPHERD

Wanderlino Arruda

You are my shepherd:
I have all I need.
In You, I rest,
In you, I work,
In You, I rejoice.

In the pastures of the Lord,
the grass is emerald green,
the waters are at rest,
they refresh my soul.

You’re my guide,
on the trail of justice,
in love, in faith,
and in every human effort each day.
Even though I walk in the shadow
of the valley of death,
because of You, Lord,
I fear nothing.

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MUSE AND WOMAN

Wanderlino Arruda

Yesterday’s love, today’s love,
the adored presence of life,
you are woman and muse,
muse and woman,
sweet dreams.

Poetry in many shades,
time gone uncounted,
you are gold and brilliance,
with fresh youth,
colored by the enchantment
of infinite music.
Uni-verse, lived life.

Perpetual beauty,
in love, always.
You’re playful and magical,
soft and sweet,
a spell of infinite joy.

Goddess-light, color of the ocean,
you have the allure of the eastern breeze.
Always maiden – always young!
in the emerald smile
or in the dreams of Spring.
Beautiful tanned muse,
you are dew and enchantment,
glory and delight.
In the sweetness of being and not-being,
there will never be a greater treasure
or more delicious seduction!

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• COLORED ENCHANTMENT

Wanderlino Arruda

Of friendship,
of love…
It’s colored enchantment
of living, feeling
souvenirs, reason for appreciation.

Nostalgia is to feel distance,
sweet-sour encounter,
seduction, affection.
Homesickness is to be and not-to be:
a thousand ideas.
Presence in absence.
Yes!

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