The little boat

poem by Ruth Salles

Blackboard drawing by teacher Ana Beatriz Ghirello

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From the beach looking at the horizon,
I see in the middle of the sea,
a little boat that goes far,
always, always surfing.

Your candles are white,
the color of the clouds in the sky.
The little boat, in the distance,
looks like it's going off.

Go wild in the immense sea,
in the waves, from here, from there,
pushed by the wind,
not knowing if it will come?

Oh no! my little look
is that you don't see the boatman,
that takes advantage of the wave and the wind
to your right path.

A harbor in the distance awaits you,
your home, your people.
And he fights and perseveres
and sings happily.

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