Sunset.
Dim crepuscule:
misty hour, diffused light
glowing shadows in the night.
" Tears of sadness and grief ... the deepest anguish"
Increasing anguish.
A furtive tear rolled down her
face.
She raised her eyes to the sky.
The first star was already glazing.
How great a sorrow suffereth she…
and implored with a
deep low voice:
“I want to be free, my Lord.
I need to be free, my God…
Give my being Liberty!
Set free my soul for Thee:
I need to be free, my God…
Give my being Liberty!
Set free my soul for Thee:
‘Miserere’!
Set my soul free…”
Mirna
Cavalcanti de Albuquerque.
Rio de Janeiro, April 4th, 2012
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