When
he died in July 1994,
Lino Villachá left a legate
of his inner fortitude
expressed in poems as:
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“I’d
like that few of my human rags which were left, rested under a tree of
São Julião, very close to its roots, so that I receive from them the
thrill of felicity of the leaves to the wind and the smell of dawning
….”
*15/8/1938 +9/7/1994 |
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The tide of life
Brought this invisible monster
That follows me,
Night and day,
Reducing myself to this human shred.
When I wanted to deviate it,
It crashed my hands,
When I wanted to run,
It mowed my legs….
It harassed my ways,
But I always found
A breach where I could pass
With what remains with me
And, even though I am
In this sea of suffering
Only a shell at the bottom,
I’ll make this pain
A pearl to the world.
I don’t want to scream,
I won’t curse
Who humiliated me,
Or felt sorry for me.
My friends
Are my strength.
And the light of God covers me
with grace
And enriches me of love and faith,
That’s why I feel complete,
Even missing everything…
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