A flor do Paraíso/ The Paradise Flower by Adriana Janaína Poeta/ In Adaga/ Clube de Leitura dos Poetas (português/ english version)
A
flor do Paraíso/ The Paradise Flower
Por
Adriana Janaína Poeta/
In
Adaga/ Clube de Leitura dos Poetas
O que dizer do olhar
da menina Anne Frank?
Cheio de sonhos,
esperanças,
carregado de amor...
Já tão jovem, sofrer
tanto.
Alma suave e doce,
castigada pela perda e
dor...
Para Anne nossos
suspiros,
viajando com o vento,
rasgando portais e o
tempo.
E quantas Annes sofrem
sozinhas,
caladas e assustadas,
ainda hoje?
Suas esperanças
trocadas
por ameaças hostis...?
De Anne carregamos no
peito
aquele olhar doce,
o seu sorriso triste,
a certeza de que se o
mal existe,
neste mundo confuso,
tantas vezes cruel,
a flor do Paraíso
renasce
nas Annes e crianças,
todos os dias.
Vem lembrar que o bem
também existe.
Vem dizer que a voz de
Anne e de outras,
tão importantes e
vulneráveis,
não deve jamais se
calar.
Para Anne nosso olhar
mais elevado,
nosso afeto mais
inspirado,
nosso abraço sempre aberto
e disponível.
Quanta dor há no mundo!
Quanto egoísmo! Covardia!
Nas asas do anjo,
as Annes queridas, vão se refugiar.
Nas asas de um anjo,
Anne voou para o céu
e alcançou a eternidade.
Sempre menina, sempre amada.
Memória perfumada e dolorida,
para nos lembrar
que não podemos repetir o que fizeram.
Não podemos simplesmente fechar os
olhos,
enquanto um só inocente sofre
abandonado,
à própria sorte.
No sorriso de Anne,
onde adormecem os sonhos,
no olhar de Anne,
onde repousa o céu inteiro,
eu costumo divagar.
Vejo Anne correndo,
feliz e brincando.
Vejo Anne escrevendo,
Anne cantando.
Para sempre segura e protegida.
Para sempre livre e amada.
The Paradise Flower
By Adriana Janaína Poeta
What say about the gaze
of the girl Anne Frank?
Full of dreams, hopes,
full of love.
So young, suffer so much,
soft and sweet soul
burdened by loss and pain ...
For Anne, our sighs,
traveling with the wind,
ripping portals and the time.
And how many Annes suffering, alone,
silent and frightened, even today?
His exchanged hopes
by hostile threats ...?
By Anne, we carry chest
that sweet look,
his sad smile,
the certainty that, if evil exists,
in this confused world, often cruel,
the Flower Paradise is borning
in the Annes and children.
Remember that: the good exist.
Say that the voice of Anne and others,
as important and vulnerable,
It must never be silent.
For Anne, our eyes to heaven,
our most inspired affection,
our embrace always open
and available.
How much pain in the world!
Selfishness! Cowardice!
In the angel wings
the dear Annes, took refuge,
On the wings of an angel,
Anne flew to Heaven
and reached eternity,
Always girl, forever loved.
Fragrant and painful memory,
to remind us,
we can not repeat what they did,
we can not just close eyes,
while one innocent suffer abandoned.
In Anne's smile,
where the dreams asleep,
in eyes of Anne,
where rests the whole sky,
I usually ramble.
I see Anne smiling,
happy and playing.
I see Anne writing,
Anne singing.
To always safe.
Forever free and loved.
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The Paradise Flower
By Adriana Janaína Poeta
What say about the gaze
of the girl Anne Frank?
Full of dreams, hopes,
full of love.
So young, suffer so much,
soft and sweet soul
burdened by loss and pain ...
For Anne, our sighs,
traveling with the wind,
ripping portals and the time.
And how many Annes suffering, alone,
silent and frightened, even today?
His exchanged hopes
by hostile threats ...?
By Anne, we carry chest
that sweet look,
his sad smile,
the certainty that, if evil exists,
in this confused world, often cruel,
the Flower Paradise is borning
in the Annes and children.
Remember that: the good exist.
Say that the voice of Anne and others,
as important and vulnerable,
It must never be silent.
For Anne, our eyes to heaven,
our most inspired affection,
our embrace always open
and available.
How much pain in the world!
Selfishness! Cowardice!
In the angel wings
the dear Annes, took refuge,
On the wings of an angel,
Anne flew to Heaven
and reached eternity,
Always girl, forever loved.
Fragrant and painful memory,
to remind us,
we can not repeat what they did,
we can not just close eyes,
while one innocent suffer abandoned.
In Anne's smile,
where the dreams asleep,
in eyes of Anne,
where rests the whole sky,
I usually ramble.
I see Anne smiling,
happy and playing.
I see Anne writing,
Anne singing.
To always safe.
Forever free and loved.
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