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His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Ethel Waters

 

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,

When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

 

"Let not your heart be troubled," His tender word I hear,

And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;

 Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

 

 Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,

When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,

I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

 

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

Dream deferred

 

 

What happens to a dream deferred?

 

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

 

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

 

Or does it explode?

 

Langston Hughes

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

 

 

 

I've known rivers:

I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the

flow of human blood in human veins.

 

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

 

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln

went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy

bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

 

I've known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.

 

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

 

Langston Hughes

Do anedotário nacional (3)

Marcelo elege Maria Cavaco Silva "a madrinha dos portugueses"

 

Do anedotário nacional (2)

A proibição das bactérias

(a partir do minuto 07:59)

 

Doze anos a...

 Umas vezes mais quadrada, outras mais à defesa.

Mas aqui estou.