Thursday, February 19, 2009

Poema de um Tibetano

"Last year was washed by blood,
In Lhasa, countless compatriots
Were fallen under a piercing arrow,
This year, no Losar for us,
In Sichuan, countless people
Buried under the earth,
This year, no Losar for us,
There is only the word "no" on your lips.
We are speechless,
You are filled with anger
We have no bitterness
For the sake of the deceased valiant heroes
Let us offer our regrets.
For the deceased people,
Let is make offerings."

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