LEAVING

LEAVING

Today a friend has left,
a real friend
With him a life has gone,
which leave me sad

In the past
someone remembered you,
I remembered our sins
when we use to talk in a day like this one

Good-bye my friend, you run
to our eternity
God want us to leave
And that we leave sadness

Bells of my country,

poets of my city
play some God melodys,
and write some poems about freedom

from: Fernando Ramos
number 4

FOR A WARRIOR

FOR A WARRIOR

I don´t cry for the warrior
that is my hero
but I cry for his absence,
because that´s what hurts

People from my country
already miss him,
because they know a warrior,
Is not coming back anymore.

So many batles,
my hero is not coming anymore
The hero is not coming
from the other side

Once he came
from the dungeons in hell,
he brougth hope to us all
of a great and honest future

With him cames a vitory
of a long and dark war
and from there cames a hope,
that still today exists

No one belived
in my war hero
because in all this years,
everybody lost in the field

from: Fernando Ramos - www.meuslivros.com.pt
number - 3

MY PUNISHMENT

MY PUNISHMENT

Being a prostitute,
that´s my fate
God wanted me,
to live in sin

This life of so many dangers,
was given to me
I didin´t deserve such punishment,
for this unfortunate life

Only God knows why I deserve,
this bad luck
Make me a prostitute,
until my death

I know I was born in misery,
and how can I be guilty
Life took me there,
what unfortunate fate

It´s such a misery,
in my short life
But God, what have I done wrong
for having this life of suffer

Since I was a girl,
that I´ve been having this life without meaning
For all my sins,
I ask for forgiven

from: Fernando Ramos www.meuslivros.weblog.com.pt
number 73

MARIONETTE ARTIST

MARIONETTE ARTIST

I try to remember
the times that with you
I was happy
but I can´t
A small shadow
still appears
in my memory
but that´s all
I believe that
in your hands I was nothing
but just a puppet
you work with
just the way you want
Now I´m alone
and I have no illusions about
your false hopes
My life has another
meaning, I run
from your fingers that
use to hold me
as a marionette artist
works his puppet

From: Fernando Ramos - www.meuslivros.weblog.com.pt
number 125