four poems by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins. Saints of June – Saint John! With your fur garment and a little lamb, I see you, O my patron saint, walking on the banks of the Jordan River and I ask: Wash my heart in these waters! I also see Saint Anthony, another saint…
poem by Ruth Salles I will go through the splendorous land to fulfill the humble or grandiose task of each moment, to contemplate so many people, to accept my brother, to walk by his side, through the splendorous land.
poem by Ruth Salles Over the silenced lights out, the night slowly spreads its dark mantle; and there beneath it, far from the prying eyes of men, it prepares the next and vehement bubbling of waters, the erupting of plants, the awakening of souls.
poem by Ruth Salles In the world around me, the wave runs: particles of air that follow, pushed by everything that moves and that collides with the air and vibrates, infinity; and, in that encounter, the strange sound comes, in a ripple that never dissolves.
poem by Ruth Salles Standing tall, the strong and strong man lifts his chest to luck. Bad luck, then, if it comes, if it comes, you can already see that it finds SOMEONE someone confident, someone with faith, with faith in the ardor that puts them on their feet! The strong man stands tall……….
poem by Ruth Salles In the old days, a lifetime was written on a palm leaf, a papyrus bark or a tablet with wax. In monasteries, there was parchment, which made parchment from lambskin.
poem by Ruth Salles In the silence of the deep blue, I don't hear the worlds turn.
poema de Ruth Salles Que massa azul brilha e balança e no mais fundo chão descansa? É o mar sem fim. É o oceano a deslizar perene e plano.
poema de Ruth Salles Baseado na narrativa A Origem do Diamante, de Elisabeth Klein. Lá no fundo da terra, na montanha, disse um cristal claro de enxofre ao carvão negro: “Ah, como és feio! Olha como sou lindo e reluzente!”
poema de Ruth Salles Baseado em lenda mineira Era uma vez Nossa Senhora a caminhar de madrugada sempre esperando por Jesus; e, seguindo campina afora, em flores brancas espalhadas ela pôs seus olhos azuis.
poema de Ruth Salles Baseado em texto de Ariosto Espinheira, em Viagem através do Brasil. Tarobá e Naipi se amavam de grande amor. Tarobá era valente, Naipi, linda como a flor.
poema de Ruth Salles Foi quando a cobra-grande – a mboi-guaçu – comia sempre os olhos dos bichos que caçava. Desses olhos, ficava em seu bojo a luz que eles guardaram da claridade última que olharam.
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