Savage Class

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Rio de Janeiro, 2006:
"Solar Meninos de Luz", Yoga-&-Poetry Class:
Chaos in the room: 5th grade erupting words, wills, passions... Trying to establish a focused-center in this meeting, with a hundred inefficient methods, I saw myself in the middle of a Savage class. What Poetry can do about it?

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I had already asked every 10 or 12 in the class to chose their favorite animals; they answered; more than that, they seemed to have incorporated the savage essences of their predilect beings of the forest: when I realized that, the chaos suddenly could become Poetry. I said something emphatically in the middle of this field, but they did not seem to pay attention. As my animal was the cow, I said that "someone said MOOO in the middle of the class". They laughed, and I continued saying that "and the animals laughed at the milkmaid teacher". They understood the situation and suddenly entered the poem, every action of them, a new verse...

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One said “MOOH” in the classroom
And the animals laughed at the milkmaid teacher.

And the Butterfly said
- Say something! ...

And the Cat said
- Meow-meow...

And the Lion roared
- Say it now
or you shall be eaten forever...

And the Owl gave up the metaphor.

And the Lion moved back to his throne, fully satisfied.

And the Cat said once again
- Meow, come back here, meow...

The Tiger, which is a huge cat,
as expected
......was too lazy.

The Pigeon said a Hi!? which was a complaint.

So the whole forest was asking itself:
- What’s going to happen after all?

Suddenly screams the Eagle its YAWP!!!
And we don’t know
if it was an answer.