ORAÇÃO PROFANA
Antonio Carlos Rocha
Venha a nós a doce lembrança
da infância sem culpas,
das cirandas, dos brinquedos,
do acalanto da mãe.
dos ombros fortes do pai.
Venha a nós o reino da juventude
dos impulsos e atos irrefletidos,
das amizades sem interesse,
das brigas, canções e rock,
das breves paixões alucinantes.
Venha a nós a sabedoria do tempo,
a maturidade dos sentidos,
o ganha pão no suor de cada dia,
o abrigo do amor e do lar,
o riso puro das crianças.
Venha a nós o perdão dos próprios erros,
das promessas não cumpridas,
das poucas idas e muitas vindas,
e daquilo que não foi feito
porque não se soube fazer.
PROFANE PRAYER
Antonio Carlos Rocha
Come to us a sweet memory of
childhood without guilt,
the sieves, toys,
the mother's lullaby.
the strong shoulders of the father.
Come to us the kingdom of youth
impulse and thoughtless acts,
friendships without interest,
fights, songs and rock,
the brief passions hallucinating.
Come to us the wisdom of the time,
maturity of the senses,
the breadwinner in the sweat of every day
the shelter of love and home
and of the pure laughter of children.
Come to us the forgiveness of our errors,
of the unfulfilled promises,
of the few goings and many comings,
of what was not done
because we do not know how.
Antonio Carlos Rocha
Come to us a sweet memory of
childhood without guilt,
the sieves, toys,
the mother's lullaby.
the strong shoulders of the father.
Come to us the kingdom of youth
impulse and thoughtless acts,
friendships without interest,
fights, songs and rock,
the brief passions hallucinating.
Come to us the wisdom of the time,
maturity of the senses,
the breadwinner in the sweat of every day
the shelter of love and home
and of the pure laughter of children.
Come to us the forgiveness of our errors,
of the unfulfilled promises,
of the few goings and many comings,
of what was not done
because we do not know how.
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