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segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2010
The dark circus
Hello children of red
How are you tonight?
I know that in the city
There’s a circus with clowns
She whent there alone
To see the magic show
In her small hand
A torn paper sand
Two malicious blue eyes
Guarded the entrance
Being narrowed as she pass
Oh that was going to be fun!
As the show began
A fearsome creature appeared
Was it a boy? A girl?
Nobody knows that ‘till know
The clowns are now on
One with the face of two
The ceiling is filled with laughs
Little red beamed
This was a magical evening
Until a girl reached for the stage
Little red did not wish to see
That poor living thing
The girl started to dance and
Red was shaking of disgust
What kind of circus had that kind of thing?
She was going to search for the culprit
So the show ended
And everyone was going one
Everyone but little red
Clutching her paper sand
She peeked inside the house
Blood was the main color
The furniture were rotten bodies
All scattered around the floor
Among that she saw a man
A red haired on his four
Tearing the fresh flesh
As he sheared a head apart from its body
He glanced at her and smiled
A Wicked grin it was
But it was tied to the ground
He could not warn her
Little red tried to run
But she could’nt
The blue eyes smiled
She was going to be there forever
So the little children
Soon disappeared from the face of earth
Nobody will miss her
Except that little paper sand
Beatriz Queiroz
Nº 3
Turma 11º D
That Night
All the signals are red,
And the Sun is gone.
The streets are empty,
The night vanishes everyone.
I hear the fog arriving
I saw my sister hiding
It’s crazy outside,
My father locked the door,
A spyder has bitten His leg,
The body hits the floor.
I run to my mother’s room,
I feel chocked with that doom:
Bugs all around my ancestor
A pool of nasty creatures
Devouring every parto f her.
I try to get to the road,
But the undead get the world
I reach the church
And pried for the people.
We fall on the darkness
Deep down the big hole,
Full of pain and sadness,
And I wake with my broken soul!
It was on that day,
That Y saw my blindness.
All of my body writhes,
The heart explodes,
The bonnes break,
And the eyes pull of my face.
I can’t die, I can’t live,
I’ve no voice to scream,
No legs to run out, I don’t know if this is just a dream,
But, sometimes,
I would like to get my hands on God…
By: Francisco Xavier Torres de Sousa