Monthly Archives: April 2013

Cada dia tenho menos uma letra,
uma boca e a mão para a dizer.
Fui colhendo a noite, palavras surdas,
o silêncio que a morte continua
sob a pele da madrugada.
Cada dia tenho menos um coração,
menos uma noite. Resta-me a memória
de abril dentro um copo de esquecimento,
o fundo da liberdade
que alguém bebeu de nós:
a canção morena da alegria,
o cravo ao rubro de fundir a paz.
Menos uma boca, uma criança
alada. Menos uma cidade onde a esperança
se cola ao rosto. Os meus passos presos
ao chão são menos o olhar que a manhã
oferece. Mas era uma vez e aconteceu
um dia, em todos os outros desse dia,
por muito tempo e ainda agora:
acordar, pôr o café na chávena
e barrar o pão com a liberdade.

(Rosa Alice Branco,

A lady about 8 months pregnant got on a bus. She noticed the man opposite her was smiling at her. She immediately moved to another seat.

This time the smile turned into a grin, so she moved again. The man seemed more amused. When on the fourth move, the man burst out laughing, she complained to the driver and he had the man arrested. … The case came up in court.

The judge asked the man (about 20 years old) what he had to say for himself. .

The man replied, ‘Well your Honor, it was like this…when the lady got on the bus, I couldn’t help but notice her condition.

She sat down under a sign that said, ‘The Double Mint Twins are coming’ and I grinned.

Then she moved and sat under a sign that said, ‘Logan’s Liniment will reduce the swelling,’ and I had to smile.

Then she placed herself under a deodorant sign that said, ‘William’s Big Stick Did the Trick,’ and I could hardly contain myself.

But, Your Honor, when she moved the fourth time and sat under a sign that said, ‘Goodyear Rubber could have prevented this Accident!’ …. I just lost it!