" A new love "

" A new love "

And suddenly ... (looks incredible)

- everything from before, no longer exists

does not matter...

A new love, love,

It's always a new world

that starts!

No matter what experience you had

Or that you believe to have,

Nor this intimate and useless conviction

That nothing else could in your life

Surprise the heart ...

No matter the route

The conquered,

Or what was previously desired

By your sailor heart,

- a new love

Everything starts from the ground ...

It's as if you open your eyes to life.

In that instant,

As if nothing had been ...

Born with a new love! And you will live again

The dazzling mystery

Of what will happen, as if it had never

Happened

Suddenly

Nothing else remains,

Yesterday was a night that passed,

- today is what matters, is what you will live ...

A new love, it's a party,

It's a new joy ...

A new love, love, it's a new day.

That is going to be born

                                                              

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Humility

Lord, make me accept

My poverty as it always was.

I do not feel what I have not.

I do not regret what could have

And got lost in wrong ways

And never came again.

Give, Lord, that my humility

Either as the desired rainfall

Falling down,

Long dark night

In a thirsty land

And on an old roof.

May I thank you,

My narrow bed,

My poor little things,

My house on the floor,

Stones and reeded boards.

And always have a beam of firewood

Under my mud stove,

And light, myself,

The cheerful fire of my house.

On the morning of a new day that begins. "

Cora Coralina

Humildade

Senhor, fazei com que eu aceite
minha pobreza tal como sempre foi.

Que não sinta o que não tenho.
Não lamente o que podia ter
e se perdeu por caminhos errados
e nunca mais voltou.

Dai, Senhor, que minha humildade
seja como a chuva desejada
caindo mansa,
longa noite escura
numa terra sedenta
e num telhado velho.

Que eu possa agradecer a Vós,
minha cama estreita,
minhas coisinhas pobres,
minha casa de chão,
pedras e tábuas remontadas.
E ter sempre um feixe de lenha
debaixo do meu fogão de taipa,
e acender, eu mesma,
o fogo alegre da minha casa
na manhã de um novo dia que começa.”

Cora Coralina