No meu quintal hoje de manhã
I know why the caged bird sings
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom.
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom.
de Maya Angelou
A canção deste pássaro não será com certeza condicionada por uma gaiola
1 comentário:
É de encarar esse acto de ter uma ave, que começa a sua vida e faz as primeiras tentativas para voar, no quintal como uma dádiva. Cada vez mais é tão raro vermos animais em liberdade e em sintonia com a complexa urbe, cada vez têm mais dificuldade em se adaptarem. Por acaso também tenho um ninho de andorinhas na varanda do lado, estão quase a sair do ninho e tenho contribuído para a alimentação delas, porque os pais são incansáveis e os pequenos querem sempre mais. Estou ansioso para as ver a tentar voar e seguirem as suas vidas simples mas tão belas.
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