Chantons tous avec le coeur
La Croix de Malte est ma bannière
Vous avez un nom du héros portugais
Vasco da Gama, votre renommée a été faite
Votre immense foule est très heureuse
Nord-sud, nord-sud de ce Brésil
Ton étoile, qui brille sur Terre, Illumine la mer
En athlétisme tu es un bras
En ramant tu es immortel
Dans le football, vous êtes le trait
Union Brésil-Portugal
En athlétisme tu es un bras
En ramant tu es immortel
Dans le football, vous êtes le trait
Union Brésil-Portugal
Chantons tous avec le coeur
La Croix de Malte est ma bannière
Vous avez un nom du hoeros portugais
Vasco da Gama, votre renommée a été faite
Votre immense foule est très heureuse
Nord-sud, nord-sud de ce Brésil
Ton étoile, qui brille sur Terre, Illumine la mer
En athlétisme tu es un bras
En ramant tu es immortel
Dans le football, vous êtes le trait
Union Brésil-Portugal
En athlétisme tu es un bras
En ramant tu es immortel
Dans le football, vous êtes le trait
Union Brésil-Portugal
Categories:
vasco, allusion, football,
Form: Free verse
History of karnataka
When vasco land with his community people and interact with them for business they don't know English kanadica only told eela pila yeyn madtiya slowly slowly they put them behind the bars and troucher them with uncesseary question after some death they thought let's check them just for stupid curious who they are and how they came so they said its a single ward section for you just write and give it to me will take you along with you to your community and will do business British writed all the issues and then harsment along the week point of language then they came down to the land of fool called india I shame for to be Indian....
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
Categories:
vasco, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Narrative
Illness we anticipate, but death we fear.
If dead, we cease to be.....
in total disbelief.
Swallows up life's brief existence.
Like summer gusts, so sudden.....
birth, then doom.
One's beginning and end alone doth it declare.
But are we whole of being?
If the breath alone be 'life' itself,
If even a soul like Vasco can know death.
Oh man! Thou body wasteless.
With it's strange purposes and dreaded activities...
whilst he gazed on eternity.
Retreating slowly, with meditative pauses, he formed with peaceful hands unconsciously.....
and then, he was gone.
These costless expressions of my shadowy self.
Be sad! Be glad! Be neither!
There is no reason why!
Categories:
vasco, death, life, spiritual,
Form: Elegy
It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats, it’s the most reserved
and one of the twin sisters
in their menopausal period of the life imprisonment era.
The first domineering power to abolish human right repressiveness
which sustains the oldest alliance made in the world.
It’s a colourful identity, maintained by the porto
which has been imitated by regional powers.
Shines through a record-breaking Santa Claus parade
and hitting heights with a ‘half-a-county’ dinning.
Known continental praises of remarkable length in Vasco da Gama;
shows off mini-glory in the league of large firework rockets;
an intangible cultural heritage in the express exhibition of fatalism;
are highlights to its greatness
spreading from porto to Lisbon, then Braga to Benfica and overseas
contributing its ink, in the inscriptions of the developed giants.
Categories:
vasco, community, earth, education, environment,
Form: Ode
Ships sail from ports of every distant land,
to enter the deep waters of the sea or ocean;
and my ship will battle another storm before dawn,
when the waves batter on the front deck...
I'm a modern day navigator,
and unlikely Vasco da Gama or Columbus,
who used an ancient compass
to direct their long course;
I use advanced technology, having more
time to admire a starry sky so celestial...
relying on their accuracy so incredible
and steering skills for a safe arrival.
And more beautiful serenity seems to the adventurous eye
when sunrise sets this bold one aglow,
and with a chiseled face, so attentive and ruddy, I deem
something real and inevitable by looking above;
will nebulous skies and misty horizons...
prevent me from discovering new places?
And will my diminishing courage outlast any tempest,
which approaches with loud gusts to disrupt my rest?
I grapple the certainty of a possible surprise,
but I despair not...until with scrutinizing eyes,
I spot the gleaming light-house coming into view;
and I'll be staring in the nocturnal navy blue:
while my ship is anchored at the nearest port,
to make all hear the elation of my worth...
Categories:
vasco, passion
Form: Narrative