Long time no seeeee
Pois é, deixei-me de escritas. Não estava para aí virada.Estou mais numa de egoísmo puro e insastifeito. Na descoberta do meu eu adolescente perdido antes do tempo, encontrado fora de prazo. Afastei tudo o que me calcava: essas vozes repetitivas e monótonas sobre a vida."Não penses no presente, olha para o futuro, esse é que é de aproveitar."
E assim, vivia eu com a cara a esfregar o asfalto, mas com os pensamentos virados para o futuro. E as primeiras rugas apareceram, os cabelos brancos, tirei o primeiro dente. E continuava a curvar-me sobre a estrada da vida. Até que alguém me abanou. Quem? Não lhe vejo a cara. Fez-me levantar, mas custou. Chamo-lhe O Capitão. Ordenou-me que me levantasse e olhasse à minha volta. Perguntou-me se ia tolerar que a minha estrada estivesse naquele estado. Olhei em volta e vi. Pessoas a calcarem a minha estrada, passarem por mim sem me pousarem um pestanejar sequer. E renasci, posso ser livre. É a minha estrada. Dancei.Não estava à espera de dançar.E dancei e dancei e dancei. E danço, danço! Ando agora na minha estrada erguida. E o futuro claro, terá rasgões e buracos negros, pedras soltas e acidentes de percurso. Mas desde que sinta os meus pés no presente a calcarem o asfalto, a sentirem o tempo presente: a chuva, o sol, o amor, a incerteza, a solidão, a companhia, o telefone, a anedota, o semáforo.
Ai esse semáforo que às vezes me faz parar no tempo:)
Good evening.
This is your Captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Please extinuish all cigarettes.
Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees. Your Captain says: Put your head on your hands. Captain says: Put your hands on your head.
Put your hands on your hips.
Heh heh.
This is your Captain-and we are going down.
We are all going down, together.
And I said: Uh oh.
This is gonna be some day.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Uh-this is your Captain again.
You know, I've got a funny feeling
I've seen this all before.
Why?
Cause I'm a caveman.
Why?
Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Why?
It's the heat.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Put your hands over your eyes.
Jump out of the plane.
There is no pilot.
You are not alone.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the
record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is your Captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Please extinuish all cigarettes.
Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees. Your Captain says: Put your head on your hands. Captain says: Put your hands on your head.
Put your hands on your hips.
Heh heh.
This is your Captain-and we are going down.
We are all going down, together.
And I said: Uh oh.
This is gonna be some day.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Uh-this is your Captain again.
You know, I've got a funny feeling
I've seen this all before.
Why?
Cause I'm a caveman.
Why?
Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Why?
It's the heat.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Put your hands over your eyes.
Jump out of the plane.
There is no pilot.
You are not alone.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the
record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
