UM POEMA PARA UM GRANDE AMIGO DE TIMOR LESTE, NESTA HORA TAO DELICADA.



TO OUR DEAR FRIEND WESLEY SMITH





When You're Not Here




When you are ill,

our sun goes under a cloud.

Your presence in our lives

is such a bright joy

that everything seems in shadow

when you're not here.

When you aren't feeling well,

we feel the lack

of your glowing energy

and contagious vitality.

When you are sick

we feel incomplete,

like a jigsaw puzzle

with a missing piece;

Please rest,

take good care of yourself,

and feel better.

We miss you

and want you back.




Get well soon.




By Joanna Fuchs




UM ABRACO



DO POVO AMIGO DE TIMOR LESTE 
(ATRAVES DE UM SEU FILHO MAU DICK)