Despedidas adiadas

Algures perdido nesta cidade anda um Lobo Mau Cawboy. Talvez ande perdido por entre pregões e declarações, aprendendo que muitas vezes "boys do cry". Do fundo de uma adolescência particularmente intima e sincera trouxe segredos contados numa vida clarabóia de onde se espreita em noites de lua cheia. E porque as metáforas da memória enchem minutos de sorrisos, aqui fica uma lembrança.Palavras que ensinaste e que hoje também são minhas. As minhas...

Santa Cruz da Trapa
Verão de 1991


Pictures Of You

"I've been looking so long at these pictures ofyou
that i almost beleive that they're real
i'vebeen living so long with my pictures of you thati almost believe
that the pictures are all i canfeel
remembering you standing quiet in the rain as
i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close how i alway
sheld close in your fear
remembering yourunning soft through the night
you were bigger
and brigther
than the snow and
screamed at the make-beleive
screamed at thesky and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go
remembering you fallen into my arms crying
for the death of your heart you were stonewhite
so delicate lost in the cold you were
always so lost in the dark
remembering you
how you used to be slow drowned
you were
angels so much more than everything oh hold
for the last time then slip away quietly open
my eyes but i never see anything
if only i had thought of the right words i could
have hold on to your heart if only i'd thought of
the right words i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you
Looking So long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart my pictures of you
there was nothing in the world that i everwanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i everwanted more than to never feel the breaking
apart all my pictures of you"

The Cure