Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Students often write poetry and stories for our school newspaper, Jornal Despertar. The following is one of my favorite pieces this trimester, by Manuel Fole, one of my 12th grade students.
SOMOS AFRICANOS
De côr preta
nascido do algodão e do café
nesta terra de fé
onde todo nós somos.
Somos Africanos,
de côr de carvão
vividos na escuridão
sem nenhuma compaixão
perdido no sol ardente
Somos Africanos.
Nas veias
correm o sangue
do Nilo, Chiloango,
e
Somos Africanos,
de mente nua
alma crua
abençoados
e muito queridos.
[Translated to English:
WE ARE AFRICAN
the color black,
born of cotton and coffee
in this land of faith
of which we are part.
We are Africans,
the color of charcoal,
experienced in the darkness,
with no compassion
lost in the blazing sun.
We are African.
In our veins
runs the blood
of the Nile, Chiloango
and
We are African,
of sincere mind,
raw heart,
blessed,
and very dear.
]
SOMOS AFRICANOS
De côr preta
nascido do algodão e do café
nesta terra de fé
onde todo nós somos.
Somos Africanos,
de côr de carvão
vividos na escuridão
sem nenhuma compaixão
perdido no sol ardente
Somos Africanos.
Nas veias
correm o sangue
do Nilo, Chiloango,
e
Somos Africanos,
de mente nua
alma crua
abençoados
e muito queridos.
[Translated to English:
WE ARE AFRICAN
the color black,
born of cotton and coffee
in this land of faith
of which we are part.
We are Africans,
the color of charcoal,
experienced in the darkness,
with no compassion
lost in the blazing sun.
We are African.
In our veins
runs the blood
of the Nile, Chiloango
and
We are African,
of sincere mind,
raw heart,
blessed,
and very dear.
]
¶ 7:28 PM
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