The mom who loves, stubbornly

I

no one

To talk,

To dialogue,

The only

Quite

to fight

The silence,

is pouring

The paint

about the paper

White

that relieves the gall

of this man

Manjaco,

May life feint.

II

The dream

shorthand

from little John

when saying goodbye

From colleague "Manelinho"

.course

The Europe,

Continent

of opportunity,

went to the water

Below!

the emigrant

In the trash,

At the Worldcup,

picking up the soup

of solidarity

Due to the crisis!

III

the mom

Is sad,

because life

The plot

On each

Input,

And in each

Attempt,

He takes

Always a smack,

a slap

.very hot.

IV

the mom

no bread

For the daughters,

there is no rice

For cooking

And can no longer dream

Like yesterday,

because there is nothing

And either

your man

can save her

And forever shut up.

V

embittered,

unemployed,

the face

Sad,

the mom

Do not leave

Of bed

And neither side goes,

.because too

It does not have

How to do it.

SAW

the mom

that you love so much,

say the prayer

to what Providence

give you

and offers

On each

Day,

And from the depths of your being,

thanks

For continuing to live.

VII

the mom

How much you love,

There's always a flame

that illuminates it

In each zone,

Eagle

each day,

.giving you strength

and hope

To keep moving forward,

For any combat,

for all the clash

that challenges her,

and trust

In day

More radiant.

CATUJAL-UNHOS (MONDAY, 01:40 MINUTES), APRIL 14, 2014.

                     

.KANKAMBAL(NDO)