terça-feira, 12 de outubro de 2010

Condenado

É ali que devo ficar sentado, enquanto observo; observador compulsivo, sem casa, sem mar, sem sonho! Desenvolvi um gosto muito peculiar por estar ali sentado, quieto, a admirar aquilo que cruza o meu caminho, que segue os meus passos! Sinto-me criança no baloiço tentando tocar ao de leve nas bolas de sabão que voam livremente à minha volta! Não pelo sonho de lhes tocar sem rebentar, mas com essa ilusão, com essa vontade! Persegui-las no seu voo livre e errante, deixá-las aterrar na palma de minha mão, tocar ao de leve, e soprar para as afastar! Sentir que, invariavelmente, aquilo que gira à minha volta faz parte da minha imaginação e, num abrir de olhos, já não existe, evaporou, rebentou, nunca lá esteve! São estas sensações que me embalam, para a frente e para trás, e fazem-me sentir a tranquilidade destes raros momentos a sós! Afinal continuo no baloiço e sou livre de escolher o que quero admirar! Afinal, basta-me fechar os olhos e sonhar! Voar para bem longe de tudo! Condenado a deambular a eternidade!

1 comentário:

Elisan disse...

You ask me how we got from there to here, And you tell me you can't remember, And so I'll answer it for you, Though perhaps not the way you want me to.

We got from here to there on the back of a unicorn racing through our dreams,

We got from here to there when the ocean thundered between us,

We got from here to there believing a song to be stronger than the worlds pulling us apart.

And we were right.

We stood in good relation to the earth,
We stood in good relation to the gods,
We stood in good relation to all that was beautiful,
You see, we were Alive

We got from there to here when we believed reality to be stronger than love,

We got from there to here when we forgot to look up and believe that gravity held no hold on our souls,
We got from there to here when we left our storybooks for some other distracting play,

And now I do not know my world,
And I cannot find my God,
And beauty dies,
Shut out in the cold.

And I believe we can get from here to there if we just believe,
And I believe we can get from here to there if you'll take my hand,
And I believe we can get from here to there - if only in our dreams,

And when you're dancing across the sky, Somewhere between the stars and the moon, Look for me by your side, I'll meet you with hands outstretched,

We'll go - from here to there, there to here, and back again.