{"id":1118,"date":"2014-11-20T15:41:37","date_gmt":"2014-11-20T18:41:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/?p=1118"},"modified":"2014-11-20T15:47:20","modified_gmt":"2014-11-20T18:47:20","slug":"1118","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ultimato.com.br\/sites\/gladircabral\/2014\/11\/20\/1118\/","title":{"rendered":"P\u00e1ssaro Engaiolado"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"maya\"<\/a>No dia da Consci\u00eancia Negra, um poema inesquec\u00edvel de Maya Angelou, numa tradu\u00e7\u00e3o muito imperfeita (imprecisa e sem rimas), mas necess\u00e1ria.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

P\u00e1ssaro Engaiolado<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Maya Angelou)<\/p>\n

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Um p\u00e1ssaro livre pula<\/p>\n

nas costas do vento<\/p>\n

e flutua rio abaixo<\/p>\n

at\u00e9 a corrente parar<\/p>\n

e mergulha suas asas<\/p>\n

nos raios alaranjados do sol<\/p>\n

e ousa clamar ao c\u00e9u.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mas um p\u00e1ssaro \u00e0 espreita<\/p>\n

em sua pequena gaiola<\/p>\n

quase nem v\u00ea<\/p>\n

por entre as grades de ira<\/p>\n

suas asas est\u00e3o presas<\/p>\n

e seus p\u00e9s est\u00e3o atados<\/p>\n

ent\u00e3o ele abre sua garganta para cantar.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O p\u00e1ssaro preso canta<\/p>\n

num gorjeio triste<\/p>\n

sobre coisas que n\u00e3o conhece<\/p>\n

mas ainda deseja<\/p>\n

e seu canto \u00e9 ouvido<\/p>\n

na colina distante<\/p>\n

pois o p\u00e1ssaro preso<\/p>\n

canta sobre a liberdade.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O p\u00e1ssaro livre pensa em outras brisas<\/p>\n

e nos ventos suaves entre as \u00e1rvores que suspiram<\/p>\n

e nos insetos que o esperam no gramado ao nascer<\/p>\n

e ele chama o c\u00e9u de seu<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mas um p\u00e1ssaro engaiolado permanece no t\u00famulo dos sonhos<\/p>\n

sua sombra grita um grito de pesadelo<\/p>\n

suas asas est\u00e3o presas e seus p\u00e9s est\u00e3o atados<\/p>\n

ent\u00e3o ele abre a garganta para cantar.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O p\u00e1ssaro preso canta<\/p>\n

com um gorjeio triste<\/p>\n

de coisas desconhecidas<\/p>\n

mas ainda desejadas<\/p>\n

e seu canto \u00e9 ouvido<\/p>\n

na distante colina<\/p>\n

pois o p\u00e1ssaro preso<\/p>\n

canta sobre a liberdade<\/p>\n

 <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Maya Angelou, \u201cCaged Bird\u201d from Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing?<\/em> Copyright \u00a9 1983 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, Inc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E aqui a vers\u00e3o original:<\/p>\n

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Caged Bird<\/strong><\/p>\n

A free bird leaps<\/p>\n

on the back of the wind<\/p>\n

and floats downstream<\/p>\n

till the current ends<\/p>\n

and dips his wing<\/p>\n

in the orange sun rays<\/p>\n

and dares to claim the sky.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But a bird that stalks<\/p>\n

down his narrow cage<\/p>\n

can seldom see through<\/p>\n

his bars of rage<\/p>\n

his wings are clipped and<\/p>\n

his feet are tied<\/p>\n

so he opens his throat to sing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The caged bird sings<\/p>\n

with a fearful trill<\/p>\n

of things unknown<\/p>\n

but longed for still<\/p>\n

and his tune is heard<\/p>\n

on the distant hill<\/p>\n

for the caged bird<\/p>\n

sings of freedom.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The free bird thinks of another breeze<\/p>\n

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees<\/p>\n

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn<\/p>\n

and he names the sky his own<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams<\/p>\n

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream<\/p>\n

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied<\/p>\n

so he opens his throat to sing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The caged bird sings<\/p>\n

with a fearful trill<\/p>\n

of things unknown<\/p>\n

but longed for still<\/p>\n

and his tune is heard<\/p>\n

on the distant hill<\/p>\n

for the caged bird<\/p>\n

sings of freedom.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n