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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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LUMINOUS MIST OF A MERMAID

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Why look upwards to a gray sky?
Why dive into the deep blue sea?
Bodies want to be embraced,
dancing hands, sincere music
in the tightness of the heart.

The light redesigns rains
and hints at her breasts,
flaxen hair, ripe-peach skin:
woman-siren, all woman,
woman yes,
more than a woman,
sensitive and enchanting,
enigmas breathe clearly,
in the western wind,
in rose pink lullabies!

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LOVE AND ENCHANTMENT

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An enchantment exists,
a soul-state of sweet delight,
something of true joy,
something that whispers good-living,
vision of the perpetual search:
small things, simplicity,
an anxious and constant quest.

I feel, I understand, I love
that’s the greatest gift of life
it’s a gift of centuries and eons,
of endless generations.

Happiness is to be loving
and to be loved,
time and time again,
or all the time,
not only just for this moment.

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I’M PLEASED WITH YOU

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If I could bring back the hours
of my long life,
feeling again my happy days,
I would live them,
pleased, pleased with your affection
and tenderness and love.
Happy destiny.
I learned all these years,
during much time
and through many situations,
that I didn’t know before.
The hours come in lessons
and it’s better to know
for me and for you.
The hours dream in beautiful colors,
a good life for my love,
for our love.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
always!

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EMERALD CHARM

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Your charm represents so much
to my existence.
To look at eyes of pure emerald,
smiles full of joy, green joy,
insinuating, charming.
You grow more and more beautiful.

Your beauty is enchantment itself:
it seems like sunny mornings
yet with luminous stars,
magical seduction,
blue and green tenderness,
sky becoming heaven.
In your presence,
I feel more than happy,
flight and dream, seduction.

Day and night are playthings of joy,
freshness of the light morning sea-wind,
in charming turquoise mountains.
You’re an illuminated dream,
sparking with life,
vibrating, enthusiasm,
flowing into pure life and poetry.

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BRUNETTE FLOWER

Wanderlino Arruda

Lovely brunette,
what an enchantment are you!
Joyful, happy,
you’re more than a rose
in a beautiful garden.
You’re light
that brings
happiness to me!
What a beauty,
what a dream muse are you!

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*THE POETRY OF DORIS

Wanderlino Arruda

Beautiful is the poetry of Doris.
Beautiful!
Overflowing poetry
beauty of youth,
rhythm of chilhood,
colors of joy.

A thousand colors.
Confidence of Spring,
She lets her poetry flow without secrets
And in doing this, she flows also.
Her verse is crystal:
it gushes out and it seduces,
always sincere, clean and ransparent.
Pleasant, always!

Dóris sings poetry,
It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night
or even if the night is arriving,
because her poetry has the smell of children
and the brightness of magical forests.
Every creature belongs to God,
Reality, always.
Music is free and the verse is not illusion.

In the infinite vision of Dóris,
The beyond shows the way
and tomorrow will always be splendid.

It’s necessary to gild the hope,
it’s necessary is to live and to love,
excluding unnecessary ornaments.
walking barefoot in the rain
sandals in hand,
drenched soul, dripping passion.

More than that, this is
Bathing in fairy lighted waters,
Or dancing with elves
in multiple dawns.
Who needs more?

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FEELING LOVE

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Love is music, is love,
is sap and juice:
in infinite colors
of a summer sun.
Love is breeze,
love is balsam.
It’s fire and it burns,
but it’s not seen
and it isn’t felt.

Love is light,
love is peace in blue roses
of twin souls.
Love is the desire
of light and skin,
heart and honey.
Love is light,
nuances of tender words.

Love is the exchange of breaths,
living rare moments.
Love is all, love is more.
Love is yes, love is much.
It’s substance-life,
infinitude.

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HAPPINESS

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Happiness has no weight
and it has no measure.
It can’t be bought,
and it can’t be loaned;
it can’t be borrowed,
it doesn’t resist calculus,
because it’s not material,
by the material standards of our world.
It can be only legitimate.
False happiness is not real happiness,
it’s only illusion.
If I knew how to make calculations
for measuring feelings,
I would say that happiness could have size.
It could be great, small,
fitting in the palm of my hand,
or being as large as the world.
Happiness is wisdom, hope,
wanting to go,
wanting to stay,
present, past, future.
Happiness is confidence:
faith and belief, work and action.
We can’t be hasty about being happy,
because happiness comes slowly,
as one who cares for nothing.
To be happy doesn’t depend on money,
it doesn’t depend on health, nor power.
Happiness isn’t ostentation, nor luxury.
Happiness is the unfastening.
It isn’t ambition.
We’re happy only when we know how to care,
and how to lose,
to suffer and to pardon.
Happiness is only possible,
when we know, over all, how to love,
when we know how to live a loving life.

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