domingo, 28 de setembro de 2008

I don't want to wait



Na sexta, por volta das 23h, resolvi ir à rua fumar um cigarro.
Aproveitar o jardim que não tenho em Viseu.

Saio para o jardim, e olho para a mesa que lá se encontra, e mais para a direita para o banco, indecisa entre ambos acabo a optar pelo chão, chego à parte onde ele começa a inclinar mais um pouco e deito-me.

Assim que acendo o cigarro o candeeiro da rua apaga-se. Assim que isto sucede, como é óbvio, e estando o céu sem nuvens como estava, consigo ver melhor as estrelas.

A minha vista é fantástica, vejo a minha árvore de maracujás, e de seguida a árvore do 'vizinho', os tons de verde dão-lhe familiaridade. E em cima, um céu estrelado.

Fico lá deitada enquanto o cigarro dura, e o cimento me vai deixando cada vez mais fria, penso em ti, em nós, no que fomos e no que (provavelmente) deixaremos de ser daqui para a frente. Conforme me farto de pensar - afinal, não vou chegar a lado nenhum-, o cigarro também acaba, e já estou a tremer com o frio.
Assim que me sento, a luz acende, como se fosse uma luz de presença.

Fico ali parada a contemplar o candeeiro que tantas vezes me parece um cúmplice das noites longas sem sono.

Estou prestes a entrar em casa, e ele piscar outra vez. Sorrio, recebo aquela intermitência como se fosse um piscar o olho, um até já.



So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the peace in every I

She had two babies
One was six months one was three
In the war of '44
Every telephone ring
Every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her
Oh would her son grow to know his father

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry

He showed up all wet
On the rainy front step
Wearing shrapnel in his skin
And the war he saw
Lives inside him still
It's so hard to be gentle and warm
The years passed by and now
He has granddaughters

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be

Oh so you look at me
From across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me, i know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger
Oh, so dig a little more deeply into my life
All we have is the very moment
And I don't want to do what
His father and his father and his father did
I want to be here now

So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the peace in every I

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be

I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
I want to know right know
What will it be
I don't want to wait
For our lives to be over
Will it be yes or will it be
Sorry


So open up your morning light
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
And see the love in every eye

Urban Legend - I don't want to wait

"Remember to Love
means to Live."
~Jen Lindley~

"It nice it happen to you.
Like you come to the island and had a holiday.
Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown.
You sleep, and no mosquito eat you.
But the truth is, it bound to happen...
if you stay long enough."

1 comentário:

ines disse...

com estes pequenos momentos, amadurecemos para a vida! és tu que fazes estes bonecos?
b&a e uma excelente semana