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Dies Irae<\/h3>\r\n

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Dal kellene, de senki nem \u00e9nekel.<\/p>\r\n

S\u00edrni kellene, de senki nem zokog.<\/p>\r\n

Ijeszt\u0151 k\u00e9t kez\u00e9vel<\/p>\r\n

Egy k\u00eds\u00e9rtet a saj\u00e1t \u00f3r\u00e1ink k\u00f6zt motoz.<\/p>\r\n

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Jajsz\u00f3 kellene, de senki nem \u00fcv\u00f6lt.<\/p>\r\n

Futni kellene, de senki nem szalad.<\/p>\r\n

Minden j\u00f6vend\u0151 id\u0151t<\/p>\r\n

Egy k\u00eds\u00e9rtet a csupasz mai napra tapaszt.<\/p>\r\n

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Halni kellene, de senki nem megy el.<\/p>\r\n

\u00dctni kellene, de senki nem harcol.<\/p>\r\n

A l\u00e1zad\u00f3ra \u00fcgyel<\/p>\r\n

Egy k\u00eds\u00e9rtet ott, ahol a l\u00e9lek m\u00e1r dacol.<\/p>\r\n

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\u00d3h! El\u00e1tkozott kor ez, amiben mi \u00e9l\u00fcnk,<\/p>\r\n

Mesterin megmunk\u00e1lt r\u00e1csozott s\u00edrbolt,<\/p>\r\n

N\u00e9zz\u00fck az \u00e9letet, hi\u00e1nyzik nek\u00fcnk<\/p>\r\n

\u00c9s a szorong\u00e1s mindent kiolt!<\/p>\r\n

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https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=IR0MXBlVcgQ<\/p>\r\n

Dies Irae<\/h3>\r\n

Apetece cantar, mas ningu\u00e9m canta.
Apetece chorar, mas ningu\u00e9m chora.
Um fantasma levanta
A m\u00e3o do medo sobre a nossa hora.

Apetece gritar, mas ningu\u00e9m grita.
Apetece fugir, mas ningu\u00e9m foge.
Um fantasma limita
Todo o futuro a este dia de hoje.

Apetece morrer, mas ningu\u00e9m morre.
Apetece matar, mas ningu\u00e9m mata.
Um fantasma percorre
Os motins onde a alma se arrebata.

Oh! maldi\u00e7\u00e3o do tempo em que vivemos,
Sepultura de grades cinzeladas,
Que deixam ver a vida que n\u00e3o temos
E as ang\u00fastias paradas!<\/p>\r\n

1969<\/p>\r\n

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Miguel Torga<\/strong> (1902-1995) A XX. sz\u00e1zad egyik legnagyobb portug\u00e1l k\u00f6lt\u0151jek\u00e9nt tartj\u00e1k sz\u00e1mon. Orvos, k\u00f6lt\u0151, \u00edr\u00f3, \u00e9s dr\u00e1ma\u00edr\u00f3.<\/p>\r\n

A Dies<\/strong> Irae<\/strong> is a diktat\u00fara nyomaszt\u00f3 \u00e9lm\u00e9ny\u00e9b\u0151l fakadt, ahogy t\u00f6bb m\u00e1s\u00a0 m\u0171ve.<\/p>\r\n

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Vide\u00f3: Luis Fernando C\u00edlia <\/strong>(1943). Angolai sz\u00fclet\u00e9s\u0171 portug\u00e1l dalszerz\u0151 \u00e9s \u00e9nekes.<\/p>\r\n

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K\u00e9p: Victor Vasarely, <\/strong>Vonal Stri, 1975.<\/p>\r\n

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