Lavoura Arcaica
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1:12:03
And I face again the tepid
message in looks and frowns.

1:12:09
And our hidden chagrins
burning through our cheeks.

1:12:16
And the acid anguish
of a stingy scold.

1:12:21
And discipline oftentimes rude...
1:12:24
there was also the
children's crafts school...

1:12:28
forbidding us to buy elsewhere...
1:12:30
what could be made
with our own hands.

1:12:34
And the toughest law said
that it had to be right there...

1:12:38
at the farm, that all of our bread
had to be kneaded.

1:12:47
We never had on our table a
bread that was not homemade.

1:12:53
And by the time
we would share it...

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which happened
three times a day...

1:13:00
we had of our
ritual of austerity.

1:13:05
And it was also at the table,
more than anywhere else.

1:13:11
Where with our heads bowed,
we learned about justice.

1:13:27
Move, brother.
1:13:29
Open your eyes!
Set them agog!

1:13:38
Take my hands in yours.
1:13:43
Let's go.
1:13:47
Once upon a time,
there was a starving man.


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