inglês espanhol ONCE PRISONER ... I There are times Already remote In the fields Vast, Among the pasture And the repast, A young Man Between ignorance And the innocence From childhood, It was believed in the goodness, Far from thinking of the evil, Rather, Do not even think about what this word meant, For only thought in joy Each day. II Today Far This space Far away, That was very radiant, Became withered, Almost lame And without tacho For your nest Almost definho. III O destination So evil This boy African! By that leads into the swamp Without at least a nod?! IV In Europe There was a troop, But climbing Each ramp As anyone who has a soup Only through a magnifying glass! V I sit and write What I think I should Do, What should I Write Gladly For every being, In order to get to know me While living. VI Once, I was a prisoner Tent; Now, I'ma prisoner The county For unemployed I am obliged The present myself weekly In the Parish From my area, Otherwise I'm liable to lose the subsidy Given by Social Security. VII In the tent Where I lived for more than two decades, I could not leave her But was subject to losing PER! VIII And that's what happened to me! My tent was demolished without warning, Claiming the Board of Loures I had absented And had bought A home in Merces. IX Today Live Like an octopus Grabbed the various networks, Without four walls Own, Living in lordships And without means To fulfill my commitments As a man, as a husband and as a father! X Live in silence, In solitude Between Much of the crowd! XI The only way Survival This creature From Quinara, It is the word, It is written, Something that frees And avoids 's Blunder In life, Because much love Their children! PV CITY (3rd MONDAY-22H35), OCTOBER 23, 2012. MATTOS (NDO)