WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR HEART ON APRIL 21, TIRADENT HOLIDAY?

Poeta Mário Querino 21/04/2020

Today is a memorial day,

Day when Brazilians

Load into memory

Tiradentes all day.

Because Tiradentes went here

A person who did

Born to our History,

So dye by dye,

I, Mario Querino, do

My role as a citizen

Brazilian, and I want to do

As long as it exists on the ground,

Of course, in this dimension

Entitled planet Earth.

Still living almost

Isolated on this saw foot,

I, Mario Querino will do

My human part,

In fact, with or without

Such money or cash.

But certainly, we

Will do it with work

What the heart craves,

For with Jesus the shortcut

It is always sparkling.

Of course, it doesn't matter,

The time when it comes

Something good in our hands.

Because God's time,

It is not our time,

Also our time

It's not God's, I think

Aware of all this.

However, whoever thinks that,

You can do everything you want

With your own power,

Try to do it well,

However, I assure you,

That will only run yes

Behind the wind, and die

Deluded into something strange

Or someone else, because his power

It's like a grain of sand

That I see disappear

On a beach. So now,

Go do what you want

Do, without first praying in

Name of Jesus of Nazareth.

You can even do it,

However, its stability

It won't last forever,

Your happiness is interim.

So I hope so

The time of the Lord God,

To do something and own

Something on Earth. I think:

Without Jesus I am nothing,

However, with Jesus Christ,

I feel like a human being

Very creative in the District.

But it is not worth my having

Heart filled with something

May you belittle your brother,

Even though it is stopped.

Because when I pass

Judging my brother here,

I will really forget

That I do need to exist.

But while I'm

Judging and condemning

My brother, I'm already

Being in the Bahian corner

Yes, tried and convicted.

So, as I'm not

A lawyer and not a judge,

I do the part that the Lord

Determines for me yes

All day long.

And there's nothing better

Than do the poetry.

And after all, I can

Confess while dealing,

That on this planet Earth

And in Heaven, Poetry is life.

So now, I do

My happy prayers:

Lord, take care of the Soul

This Martyr Tiradentes.

Mário Querino - Poet of God