Julan62

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!

Sarah M.J. Rigstad talks to Jazi.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife,
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweet manners, purer laws.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.