.Va Pensiero Verdi, Giuseppe Va pensamento, sobre as asas douradasVa, pousa-te sobre as encostas e as colinasOnde perfumam mornas e macias As brisas doces do solo natalSauda as margens do Rio JordaoAs torres derrubadas de SiaoOh minha patria tao bela e perdida !Oh lembranca tao cara e fatalHarpa dourada dos fatidicos poetas Por que agora esta muda ? Reacenda as memorias no nosso peitoFala-nos do tempo que foiLembra-nos o destino de nossos paisTraga-nos um som de triste lamentacaoQue o Senhor lhe inspire uma harmoniaQue transforme a nossa dor em virtudeQue transforme a nossa dor em virtude Nossa dor em virtude . sem tesao nao ha solucaosem teclado nao ha tabladonao adianta so lertem que grifar, sublinhar e fazer resumoliga pro consuladocuidado com o frio meninopoe o gorroolha a chuvacade o guarda chuva?amanha de manha passar no bancodeu certo o dossier?ja passou o aspirador?o omelete queimouapaga esse charuto vai malhachegou a encomenda?sai desse iphoneabaixa esse somapaga a luz.que horas?to sem tempoja tomou banho?antes so que mal acompanhadorio de piranha jacare nada de costaseconomizafez guacamole?passa creme nos pesque filme que tem hoje?deixa que eu lavoolha a hora!muito salacabou o cafeta sol vai correrpagou o boleto?tira a gordurabotou dentro da bolsa a merenda?entao vai meu anjo com Deus e protecaoamen love can tear us apart 'Sperai! Cai no areal e na hora adversaQue Deus concede aos seusPara o intervalo em que esteja a alma imersaEm sonhos que sao Deus.Que importa o areal e a morte e a desventuraSe com Deus me guardei?E O que eu me sonhei que eterno duraE Esse que regressarei..Mensagem, de Fernando Pessoa. .While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the roads they takeIn journeying thro' life;--the task be mine,To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb;Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where allThese travellers meet.--Thy succours I implore,Eternal King ! whose potent arm sustainsThe keys of Hell and Death.--The Grave, dread thing !Men shiver when thou'rt named : Nature appall'dShakes off her wonted firmness.--Ah ! how darkThe long-extended realms, and rueful wastes !Where nought but silence reigns, and night, dark night,Dark as was chaos, ere the infant SunWas roll'd together, or had tried his beamsAthwart the gloom profound.--The sickly taper,By glimm'ring thro' thy low-brow'd misty vaults,(Furr'd round with mouldy damps, and ropy slime)Lets fall a supernumerary horror,And only serves to make thy night more irksome.Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew,Cheerless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:Where light-heel'd ghosts, and visionary shades,Beneath the wan, cold moon (as fame reports)Embodied thick, perform their mystic rounds,No other merriment, dull tree ! is thine.See yonder hallow'd fane;--the pious workOf names once fam'd, now dubious or forgot,And buried midst the wreck of things which were;There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead.The wind is up:--hark ! how it howls !--Methinks,'Till now, I never heard a sound so dreary:Doors creak, and windows clap, and night's foul bird,Rook'd in the spire, screams loud; the gloomy aislesBlack plaster'd, and hung round with shreds of 'scutcheons,And tatter'd coats of arms, send