lyrics-Povo que lavas no rio
Que talhas com teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão
Há-de haver quem te defenda
Quem compre o teu chão sagrado
Mas a tu vida não
Fui terá mesa redonda
Beber em malga que esconda
Um beijo de mão em mão
Era o vinho que me deste
Água pura, fruto agreste
Mas a tua vida não
Aromas de urze e de lama
Dormi com eles na cama
Tive a mesma condição
Povo, povo eu te pertenço
Deste-me alturas de incenso
Mas a tua vida não
machine (bad) translation
People what you wash in the river
What you cut with your ax
The planks of my coffin
There will be the one who defends you
Who buys your sacred ground
But you it plants vines not
The fact was that it will have round table
To drink in glazed bowl that it hides
A hand kiss in hand
It was the wine what you gave me
Pure water, rural result
But your life not
Fragrances of heather and of mud
I slept with them in the bed
I had the same condition
People, people I you belong
You gave me heights of incense
other things-
Haiku-
the unexplained face
as the natural
abstraction of unity
in being: face is
The numbers are robust,
not of our making.
They are the self constructing flesh of things.
Face shines out from inside them,
Upon surfaces, scattered and revealed,
every face is counted
each face has its address in being.
lyrics-Povo que lavas no rio
Que talhas com teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão
Há-de haver quem te defenda
Quem compre o teu ch...all »lyrics-Povo que lavas no rio
Que talhas com teu machado
As tábuas do meu caixão
Há-de haver quem te defenda
Quem compre o teu chão sagrado
Mas a tu vida não
Fui terá mesa redonda
Beber em malga que esconda
Um beijo de mão em mão
Era o vinho que me deste
Água pura, fruto agreste
Mas a tua vida não
Aromas de urze e de lama
Dormi com eles na cama
Tive a mesma condição
Povo, povo eu te pertenço
Deste-me alturas de incenso
Mas a tua vida não
machine (bad) translation
People what you wash in the river
What you cut with your ax
The planks of my coffin
There will be the one who defends you
Who buys your sacred ground
But you it plants vines not
The fact was that it will have round table
To drink in glazed bowl that it hides
A hand kiss in hand
It was the wine what you gave me
Pure water, rural result
But your life not
Fragrances of heather and of mud
I slept with them in the bed
I had the same condition
People, people I you belong
You gave me heights of incense
other things-
Haiku-
the unexplained face
as the natural
abstraction of unity
in being: face is
The numbers are robust,
not of our making.
They are the self constructing flesh of things.
Face shines out from inside them,
Upon surfaces, scattered and revealed,
every face is counted
each face has its address in being.
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