Páginas Rasgadas

Quero rasgar as páginas em que está escrita a minha história, para com a tinta a sangrar de milhões de letras erradas talvez eu possa começar uma nova história. Quanto mais eu vivo mais me convenço de que o mundo como o entendemos é baseado nas visões, desejos, escolhas e valores que damos as coisas. É isto o que é o mundo, o que fazemos dele. E eu me pergunto, o que fiz do meu mundo? Um mundo de tubos e tubos de tintas que venceram há anos. Um mundo escrito em páginas em branco. Um mundo onde nada sobreviverá a história. Um mundo de penas quebradas, pessoas distantes, pincéis sem pêlos, violões sem cordas, livros empoeirados e frias paixões...

A noite, quando acordo antes da hora pergunto a mim mesmo o que acontecera ao homem simples e pobre que vivera no século XIV? Cuja existência esvaeceu, cuja história apodreceu para fertilizar a de outros que vieram depois, que as páginas de milhares de livros não contam, cuja memória se apagou. Pergunto sobre tudo o que o amanhã me reserva? Pergunto o que eu faço a mim com justificativas vazias, promessas inócuas e expectativas falsas.



Queen - Spread Your Wings
Words and music by John Deacon

Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
'Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar'

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world nothing would make him stay

Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
'This could be my last chance'

His boss said to him 'now listen boy
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition you won't get very far
Sammy boy don't you know who you are?
Why can't you be happy at the Emerald bar?'

So honey
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
Come on honey
FLY WITH ME!