Les matins
Cansado de esperar o elevador, o fluxo interminável de pessoas e a decisão politicamente correta de utilizar as escadas... paro no meio do caminho, novamente as janelas... e naquele instante em que meus olhos atravessaram o vidro, meio amarelado, nesta luz tão característica da única estação que consigo distinguir, o meu esperado outono, meus olhos se perderam e me vi novamente tão pequeno, tão distante, senti todos os cheiros da minha infância, todos os gostos, todos os mínimos gestos, uma saudade morna, confortável... refeito por essa visão, voltei às escadas, de algum modo mais tranquilo, feliz talvez... ainda ecoavam na minha cabeça e em mim os acordes precisos, cristalinos de Betty Blue, Gabriel Yared, les matins
posted by ajsblog | 7:52 PM
2 Comments:
Though I´m not so sure how to help you free your pain away
I wish I could have the power
or at least the strength to clean up the very window glass
which disturbs your vision,
can´t say I´m sorry for what you´ve seen,
but I´ll say the light is on and it´s just over you,
If the window glass is a little bit dirty just because of the yellowish I´ve no idea,
it´ll have nothing to do with your inner vision,
you’re my friend is not frail or small, you´re, in fact, the greatest being created by the same window glass you´ve tried to avoid seeing.
Jorge Luiz Freneda
The way I see you thru the window glass (reviewed)
Though I´m not so sure how to help you free your pain away
I wish I could have the power
or at least the strength to clean up the very window glass
which disturbs your vision,
can´t say I´m sorry for what you´ve seen,
but I´ll say the light is on and it´s just over you,
If the window glass is a little bit dirty just because of the yellowish I´ve no idea,
it´ll have nothing to do with your inner vision,
you , my friend , are not frail or small ,
you´re, in fact, the greatest being created by the same window glass you´ve tried to avoid seeing.
Jorge Luiz Freneda
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