the little brook

poem by J. Trojan translated and recreated by Ruth Salles

Blackboard drawing by teacher Juliana Nogueira
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– You run so fast, O my little brook!
Can't you stop a little bit?
“Oh, I can never stop myself.
I must help the monjolo to knock.

Many pets I will invite
to drink my water or swim.
I give water to the fields of clear greens,
and in my mirror the flowers are spying.

Soon in the river I will empty.
The little streams are where they go.
The river runs, proud, rolling
and, to the sea, we are all taking it.

From the mountain, from the rocks, I came.
And my path seems endless!

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