A crippled child
Said, "How shall I dance?"
Let your heart dance
We said.

Then the invalid said:
"How shall I sing?"
Let your heart sing
We said

Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
"But I, how shall I dance?"
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said.

Then God spoke from above
"How shall I descend from the blue?"
Come dance for us here in the light
We said.

All the valley is dancing
Together under the sun,
And the heart of him who joins us not
Is turned to dust, to dust.

Autore: Gabriela Mistral

A crippled child<br />Said, "How shall I dance?"<br />Let your heart dance<br />We said.<br /><br />Then the invalid said:<br />"How shall I sing?"<br />Let your heart sing<br />We said<br /><br />Then spoke the poor dead thistle,<br />"But I, how shall I dance?"<br />Let your heart fly to the wind<br />We said.<br /><br />Then God spoke from above<br />"How shall I descend from the blue?"<br />Come dance for us here in the light<br />We said.<br /><br />All the valley is dancing<br />Together under the sun,<br />And the heart of him who joins us not<br />Is turned to dust, to dust. - Gabriela Mistral

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