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Oração

Os sinos tocam,
ultimas badaladas
tudo em oração,
um silencio total,
milhares de pessoas,
na sua diversidade,
raças, linguas, classes,
idades, sexos, castas
momentos de silêncio,
apenas ouve-se
o cantar dos passaros.
Os olhos fecham
tudo aguarda
aquele toque,
aquele inicio,
o arranque das melodias.
Quando começa,
todos cantam,
tudo vibra,
coração pula,
pela emoção de uma suave melodia.
Um olhar em redor,
mistura de cores,
mistura de diversidades,
tudo belo e tudo bonito
tudo estranho e tudo diferente.........

LMCF
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