Poem reeded on .Patricia Veras Manuel Martins pages on facebook to night...

For this we were made:
To remember and to be remembered
To cry and make you cry
To bury our dead -
So we have long arms for goodbyes
Hands to reap what has been given
Fingers to dig the earth.

So shall our lives:
An afternoon to forget forever
A star to fade in darkness
A path between two graves -
So we need to ensure
Speak low, tread lightly, see
The night sleep in silence.

Not much to say:
A song about a crib
One verse, perhaps, love
A prayer for those who vai -
But do not forget that this time
And our hearts for her
If you leave, serious and simple.

For this we were made to:
To hope for the miracle
For the participation of poetry
To see the face of death -
Suddenly never wait ...