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VIANNEY MESQUITA, MEMBER OF THE CEARENSE ACADEMY OF THE PORTUGUESE LANGUAGE - CHAIR Nº 37, HAVING AS PATRONO ESTÁVÃO CRUZ. Go alone, unaccompanied Of your predecessor, half-wit, Two thousand and sevente*n, a vero havoc In the dream for billions cherished. Because you have a thousand misfortunes overcome I made you a Jungian imago And, three days after the end, I digress about the good that you have operated. Without too much trouble, to me in this pas*age that moves me to such reasons Providence to approve. See you two thousand and eighte*n! Bring me the theories of Science To explain life, this mystery. To think about the problem of conscience The most serious thinker is mistaken. Driven with so much incoherence, By death, evoking the cemetery, Drives the carousel of impermanence, With the voracious impetus of an impropriety. Gnosiologias In the shallow laps of philosophies, When adding the aporias, I want a Christmas without beards or false feelings, Without false snow falling from the tropical sky I want a Christmas of lights lamparinas Alumiando country prayers. I want the silence of the sweet jingobe To hear the fiddles in prayer. I want a Christmas like He wanted: No hands outstretched in the corners I want Christmas celebrated in Vatican of taipa, No faustos, carpets or canopies, As it was, in the time of the star guide, The house of Joseph - the house and the joinery. I want a Christmas without golden cloaks, But also without rags or rags, Without bullets or lost children In the loopholes of crack and misery. I want a Christmas without the prejudice That corrodes the hearts of the ignorant. I want a Northeastern Christmas, open to all hugs, A Franciscan Christmas, like Francisco, certainly, always wanted. Mary and the little child ... Eyes of different faces surround them: Faces of men, children, angels. Trumpets echo as they see the Face announced ... The gentle little erect finger of the little boy points to the storm if it becomes calm