Questões de Inglês - Reading/Writing

TEXTO

Old Indian

They’ve already taken our hide
and our blood,
they’ve already raffled off our land
with all its sacred names
(and left it stripped to the bone).
Insatiable, now they trade us in
for beef.
No to the sap of agro-business!

No to a fate of agro-death!
No to Kindle in a world without kin!
The flora moans,
the fauna moans,
the mercury-rich river moans.
It is the forest that clothes the Indian.
Leave us the little that remains!
Flowers cannot sprout from flames.
Salgado Maranhão
Tradução: Alexis Levitin 

(Maranhão, SALGADO. Tradução: Alexis. Disponível em: https://www.nytimes.com/ interactive/2020/10/02/opinion/amazonforest-poetry.html. Acesso em: 12 set. 2022.)

Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

[5] Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
[10] Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
[15] The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
[20] Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
[25] I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
[30] Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

ROGER WATERS
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Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

[5] Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
[10] Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
[15] The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
[20] Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
[25] I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
[30] Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

ROGER WATERS
letras.mus.br

Dare to believe
the whispers in your ears,
that you might be special,
that you might be meaningful,
[5] that one day
you might change the world.
It’s us you see
the ones who listen
that will change everything

Atticus. Dare to believe. Internet: www.theodysseyonline.com (adapted).

Judge the following items about the poem above

Dare to believe
the whispers in your ears,
that you might be special,
that you might be meaningful,
[5] that one day
you might change the world.
It’s us you see
the ones who listen
that will change everything

Atticus. Dare to believe. Internet: www.theodysseyonline.com (adapted).

Judge the following items about the poem above