Alma Novaes

 

A Bê à Bá for big boys

Kitty and babbling 

the small child who

still don't speak, 

Discovering the Self 

in the world that calms,

the color, the smell, the taste and 

the language of each object

And as it grows                         

And it's already walking,

the haughty and cunning adult, 

already understand and shut up

Who doesn't like children

As long as they're innocent

and cruel, they do not know 

The proportions 

to save or report

Aches and pains

Diseases and ugly perlimpimpins

and makes conditional copies

adult puppets,

these other cunning ones.

When they grow, 

they reveal themselves

in acts, much more than

that in words,

In the mirror of their peers

Copying, wise,

they become their slaves

Teach your boys

while crawling and wandering

Values and verticality of being

Don't expect them 

to see each other

In what you preach

and in their actions they clash; 

they copy.

There is a noticeable difference

Between being and having

A noble antonym among

colleague and friend

Buddy anyone has,

This is having.

Friend is different

because it implies loving,

And this is, of course, being

in depth.

Do not corrupt the divine

don't even avoid fate,

Just tryin' it out

cultivating and being, 

can help!

In the process of ideals,

Let us not make them a flock

trying to colonize them,

preventing them from learning, 

Leave them free to question.

The world needs the whys,

as many as there are answers, and

It will be in the collision of vertigo,

of the fall and of curiosity,

of the abyss and spontaneity

that they really learn

This experience of living,

And so many times to understand

To be a person, to be human

it's putting on someone else's shoes,

be sensitive and empathetic,

it has nothing to do with age,

but with understanding that

We're all the same

And don't forget

To show them

What are the consequences

of your acts that will

Set their aurora

As well as their twilight

That every ideal lacks

of scruples

Because there are those who believe

That anything goes

- Abject and limiting means -

to achieve its ends

And explain to them, along with that

That humanity is the collective

And individuality is the spark, 

the drop, the difference it will make

of each being a spark,

One more star in the world

And while you're at it, open up and

be tolerant and

Register their dreams

without conditioning them, 

nourish them

and love the advances,

give wings to the children,

'Cause these chrysalises have arrived

to change the world,

To dive into the deep, 

give space and avoid damage,

These boys hide wings and

their own plans, 

without skewing their dreams,

let them flourish, fruitful,

They came flying.