Dislocation
3 oct 22
DeRank ™: 19,13
*#Readandlisten, Dislo!*
"We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
He was young, tall, strong,
he worked at the port.
Now he lies still,
his brown-colored body, his mother weeps.
Everyone is desolate.
He was good, he was a man,
he was smart.
We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
But,
if I look towards the port,
I see that the ships docking
are unloading just the same.
The girls
have put back on
their colorful dresses.
From the street
a song reaches us.
From Lewis's house
the smell of fried food.
I'm sorry, Lewis.
For the dead, we pray.
For the living, we prepare food."
Riccardo Mannerini (Poesie Da Cantare)
Funeral de um lavrador - Chico Buarque - Guido Rita
"We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
He was young, tall, strong,
he worked at the port.
Now he lies still,
his brown-colored body, his mother weeps.
Everyone is desolate.
He was good, he was a man,
he was smart.
We buried Lewis,
we cried so much.
But,
if I look towards the port,
I see that the ships docking
are unloading just the same.
The girls
have put back on
their colorful dresses.
From the street
a song reaches us.
From Lewis's house
the smell of fried food.
I'm sorry, Lewis.
For the dead, we pray.
For the living, we prepare food."
Riccardo Mannerini (Poesie Da Cantare)
Funeral de um lavrador - Chico Buarque - Guido Rita
DeBaser says
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