Um Voo Cego A Nada...

" Ter-se nascido ou vivido em Moçambique é uma doenca incurável, uma virose latente. Mesmo para os que se sentem genuínamente portugueses mascara-se a doenca, ignora-se, ou recalca-se e acreditamo-nos curados e imunizados. A mínima exposição a determinadas circunstâncias desencadeia, porém, inevitáveis recorrências e acabamos por arder na altíssima febre de uma recidiva sem regresso nem apelo". Rui Knopfli

quarta-feira, 11 de abril de 2012

Be



"Be"

Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him

There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the sun
God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

Neil Diamond

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