" Lobo irmão espiritual que me fortalece, cuja forma e força alimenta meu espírito. Nas horas em que busco te encontrar, com olhos de fogo pelas noites das florestas de minha alma. Dai-me tua nobreza Oh Grande
Lobo, dai-me tua paciência de caçador para que jamais venha a render-me a mim mesmo. Dai-me o dom, a paz que teus cantos sagrados pela bruma escura espalham sobre os que te sentem rosnar no peito. Dai-me forças para seguir ouvindo o vento, para sentir tua presença em comunhão com o Grande Espírito que em tudo está. Que tua presença jamais se abale diante das montanhas cinzas que me cercam, para que ouvindo-te clamar aos vossos pelas noites, possa eu em tua forma fazer-me ouvir em teus uivos sagrados"
Girl In The Rain
Dressed in a sundress
Under the pouring rain
She twirled around
Raising her hands to the air
Droplets fell onto her hair
Bare footed as she started dancing
Letting her hair free
She's the girl in the rain
The water numbed all her pain
Her grieve hidden behind a mask
She lifted her eyes to the sky
And started to dance
Throwing away all her sorrow
She started to smile again
She's the girl in the rain
Nobody knows who she was
No one knows where she came from
All they knew she was silent
Like the wind in everyone's hair
Soaked, wet and cold
Ignored, rejected and unappreciated
Like the roses in her hands
Wilted and dead
She let the rain fall onto her head
She's the girl in the rain
Everything was different
After she left
All they could remember
Time and time again
Silent from all her pain
She was the girl in the rain
Fonte: http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/girl-in-the-rain
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