«- Como estás?, é uma bela questão. Normalmente respondo - Sei lá, porque não gosto de mentir. E sei lá de facto. Umas vezes estou redondo, outras quadrado, outras cheio de picos, outras liquefeito, outras não estou sequer: deslizo por aí armado em nuvem. - Como estás?, e é impossível responder - Deslizo por aí armado em nuvem» António Lobo Antunes
Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years (HQ with lyrics)
Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it He says it's perfect sense You just can't get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It's the bitterness that lasts
So Don't yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don't give up, and don't give in You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit Later that same year I'm sure I heard his echo In my baby's new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye
É comum a ideia de que os velhos são os conservadores típicos e os jovens são os inovadores. Não é bem assim. Os conservadores mais típicos são os jovens, os que querem viver mas não pensam nem têm tempo para pensar como viver e que, por isso, optam pelo modelo de vida já existente.
Tolstói em O Diabo e Outros Contos (1889-90)
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário