Plastic in the oceans
Today we share this website about pollution in oceans, due to plastics disposals.
OceanCare: Plastic pollution - the long lasting problem
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Today we share this website about pollution in oceans, due to plastics disposals.
OceanCare: Plastic pollution - the long lasting problem
Enjoy.
Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction.
"Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)
The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo,
And then the plant, strength, reborn again.
It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa,
As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized.
The earth’s promise, green as ever,
Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky.
Beautiful as caressing rains,
Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and
guides.
The original in Portuguese:
Plants
Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida,
E depois a planta, vigor renascido.
Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África,
Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata.
Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra,
Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra.
Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam,
Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia
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Today we share the recent news about floods in Brazil:
Also, we share a poem translated from Portuguese to English.
"I'm a hodgepodge of nothing" by Diogo Esteves (Portugal)
I'm a hodgepodge of nothing
You are my root
my very torso
you, my continent
dissatisfied
my origin
the birthing land,
that never had two pennies to rub together,
a starting point
of a little evolved evolution
of one life
that enslaves me by a colour,
devours, demonizes
and at the farewell time
of the big road of the existence
only you, my great mother
take me hand in hand out of the garden
where I sinned.
I am black, I'm blue
I am red
I am a mirror of who I am
I am your fruit
that since childhood
wants to return to the womb
made with tribal music
within the bowels
of omnipresent blackness
that dyes my blood.
I am Africa
or I am nothing!
Original in Portuguese:
Sou uma miscelânea de nada
És a minha raiz
o meu tronco
tu, meu continente
descontente
minha origem
terra parideira
sem eira nem beira
ponto de partida
de uma evolução pouco evoluída
de uma vida
que pela cor me escraviza
devora, demoniza
e na hora da despedida
da avenida da existência
só tu, grande mãe
me levas pela mão para fora do jardim
onde pequei.
Sou negro, sou azul
sou vermelho
sou um espelho do que sou
sou teu fruto
que desde puto
quer regressar ao útero
de tribal música
nas entranhas
da omnipresente negrura
que me tinge o sangue.
Sou África
ou não sou nada!
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Today, a poem is here just for you in times of cold wheater.
https://globalnews.ca/news/10234996/canada-post-alerts-extreme-cold-snow/
“Lighting up a tree”, by Luís Amorim (Portugal)
Lighting up a tree
Reaching all hands
The country to be free
Saving rural lands
Environment will see
Smile and understand
That perfect start
Praying with heart.
Enjoy.
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