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"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.



Monday, August 16, 2010

Love this song...

This I had posted on FB on July 26th. Wanted to at that time, but didn't quite manage to post it here, my cyber-willingness having been spent.

This always raises up my heart for the new day.

Acontecência
--- Cláudio Nucci

Acorda ligeira e vem olhar que lindo
Sobre o morro sol se debruçar
Leite novo espuma dessa madrugada
Passarada vem te despertar

Tantos pés descalços
Posso ver meninos
A correr na direção do dia
Banho de açude alegre e lava o corpo
Fruta fresca é pra te alimentar

Acorda ligeira e vem ver que bonito
Pelo pasto solto a vacaria
Na barra da serra gavião campeiro
Vem primeiro vento costurar

Tantos pés descalços
Posso ver libertos
A correr na direção do dia
Chuva desce pra regar a terra
Engravidar sementes em frutas se tornar

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