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No Vale do Sabugi
Autor:
Geraldo Anízio Medeiros
Eu vi o gado morrer
De fome pelo caminho
Galha de jurema seca
Rolinha fazer seu ninho.
Gado comer xiquexique
Sem outra mais atitude
Uma canoa sem remo
Na lama seca do açude.
Trila a cigarra no mato
Ao pingo do céu estio
Terra cavada cacimba
No leito seco do rio.
Caatinga rala e cinzenta
De cima da serra eu vi
A seca brava e tirana
No Vale do Sabugi.
Grande poeta, da melhor linhagem do nosso RN - riacho grande do Norte.
ResponderExcluirA poet from Seridó capturing the harsh reality of drought through his words is truly powerful. Poetry has a way of preserving the struggles and resilience of a land and its people. Looking forward to reading his heartfelt verses!
ResponderExcluirA poet from Seridó capturing the harsh reality of drought through his words is truly powerful.Poetry has a way of preserving the struggles and resilience of a land and its people. Looking forward to reading his heartfelt verses!
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