quarta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2009

Desejos de uma sonhadora descontrolada ou os efeitos de um filme dos anos 90

Um dia (quanto mais rápido melhor, ‘tá?) quero ouvir qualquer coisa como:

Spring is here, the sky is blue, birds all sing as if they knew today's the day we'll say I do and we'll never be lonely anymore
Because we're goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married
Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married
Gee, I really love you and we're gonna get married
Goin' to the chapel of love
Bells will ring, the sun will shine, I'll be hers and she'll be mine

We'll love until the end of time and we'll never be lonely anymore
Because we're goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married
Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married
Gee, I really love you and we're gonna get married
Goin' to the chapel of love


E muito (mesmo muito, ‘tá?) tempo depois, com tudo vivido e saboreado ao máximo, quero, já do lado de lá da vida, ouvir(-te) dizer, sentindo-o profundamente:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H.Auden


Absolutamente lindo.

1 inputs:

Menino do mar disse...

Funeral Blues, um dos poemas mais bonitos que já alguma vez li.

Beijo, gostei do teu cantinho