Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Fui apresentar o "JABUTI E TARTARUGA" no colégio Unimor em São Paulo.
Coordenado pela Professora Maria Helena, e com a participação das Professoras Carla e Daniela. Que alegria ! Falei sobre o processo de criação, e contei detalhes do livro. Fizemos uma sessão de perguntas e respostas ....seguem algumas... 1. Que reino você gostou mais ? Por quê ? 2. Vocês gostaram mais do Jabuti ou da Tartaruga ? Por quê ? 3. O que vocês mais gostaram no livro ?
No momento dos autógrafos Uma leitora, confidenciou : -Sou sua Fã !
Alunos extremamente curiosos e atentos... Parabens para as Professoras, para a Coordenação e para a Diretoria !!! Fiquei muito Feliz com tudo !!! E Muito Obrigado pelo convite !!! Volto com o maior Prazer !!!
que el equipaje no lastre tus alas,que el calendario no venga con prisas,que el diccionario detenga las balas... ...que las persianas corrijan la aurora,que gane el quiero la guerra del puedo,que los que esperan no cuenten las horas,que los que matan se mueran de miedo... ...que el fin del mundo te pille bailando,
que el escenario me tiña las canas,
que nunca sepas ni como ni cuando,
ni ciento volando, ni ayer ni mañana...
...que las verdades no tengan complejos,
que las mentiras parezcan mentira,que no te den la razón los espejos,que te aproveche mirar lo que miras... ...que no se ocupe de tí el desamparo,que cada cena sea tu última cena,que ser valiente no salga tan caro,que ser cobarde no valga la pena... ...que no te compren por menos de nada,que no te vendan amor sin espinas,que no te duerman con cuentos de hadas,que no te cierren el bar de la esquina...” ... que tengas un gran año!
No alto dos céus voavam protegidos os pássaros livres, asas bem abertas e olhares sem prisões, amando seus horizontes de paz sem palavras, porque estas dividiam os homens e por isso os homens não voavam, porque quando os homens voavam faltavam-lhes as asas, porque voavam apenas seus espíritos e vontades, porque aí se perdiam na liberdade imensa dos medos e das coragens. No alto dos céus pois, voavam os pássaros protegidos e os homens sem asas.
