She was
assaulted by
Detestable
death in the street of Paris:
Death
that she didn’t meet in a minefield in Angola
When
promoting the
Red
Cross campaign against antipersonnel
Mines
in January 1997.
Princess
of the Gales,
Into
this hateful day! Woeful day of August
The
bells toll for thee, dearest Diana!
Thy
days were marred by early orphanage
Thou
were the Morning Star of the North
Waifs
and strays, mutilates, leprosies,
Those
without a roof to shelter from
The
tempest of life:
May
heaven keep thy spirit in eternal life,
That
spiritual life!
Yet we
can listen thy voice perpetuating in the air,
As a
sublime choir admirably combined, while the cypresses melted in tears,
Bent
towards thy tomb...
In “una
voce”, this pleiad encompassing the air,
Rivers
and seas, Rocks and hills, pray for thee, Dearest Diana, as sign of last homage.
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Diana
thou used to say that – life is like - soap-bubble
It
looks so simple, dearest Diana!
So
simple to move the heart of all world:
The
world suffer with thy death and yet we can hear
The
moaning of the heaven’s angels … sobbing in despair.
Rest in
peace, Diana Spencer!
Mindelo,
1997, from the book “EMBAIXATRIZ”
by
Martinho de Mello Andrade
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