Exorcismos de papel

Agora parto. Agora sou outro. Que acabe. Que comece.

Caros Leitores

Um pedido,

Porventura lembram-se de um concurso do banco Santander-Totta, "Conta Connosco", no qual participei na primeira edição. Infelizmente, e dada a tardia entrada, não houve de facto hipótese de sucesso... No entanto, teve início na semana passada a segunda edição, e gostava de vos pedir que votassem no meu texto.

http://www.conteconnosco.com/trabalho-detalhe2.php?id=147

Muito obrigado desde já,

José Trindade

Macau? Não...

Como escrever quando a alegria transborda?

O Rapaz

"É frequente eu olhar para trás, para a minha inocente juventude, e quando o faço um sorriso perpassa o meu rosto. Dificilmente reconheço o rapaz ingénuo que já fui."

em "As Confissões de Adrian Mole & Cª", de Sue Townsend.

"Departure"

"I can sense departure in the air
Now it's only the past that we share
Divided at a parting of the road
Where I could ride on or lighten the load

I've been dreaming of a town
Where the lost and found and wrong way round are bound
For departure
I've been comfortably numb but a change is gonna come
Like a storm
Driving down through the streets from mount Desolation's peak
To make you pure for departure
Uhhh for departure

Lover we have fought and we have laughed
At every obstacle thrown in our path
The things have gotta change before I crack
Before I get so lost I can't get back

I've been dreaming of a town where the lost and found
And wrong way round are bound for departure
I woke up at the mouth of a river in the south of this land
Where the tide and the stones
Strip the troubles from your bones
And make you glad of departure

I'll treasure til I'm dead
Everything we have said and done
For the voice in my head is telling me I'd best be moving on

Cause the decent folk don't want me
Everywhere my missteps haunt me

But the fears that always stalked me
Seem to fade away

When I start dreaming of a town where the lost and found
And wrong way round are bound for departure
I woke up at the mouth of a river in the south of this land
Where the tide and the stones strip the troubles from your bones
And make you glad of departure

Where the tide and the stones
Strip the troubles from your bones
And make you glad of departure

The death of love, the death of love
It's nothing to be scared of
It's just a light switching off"


in "Departure" by Mt. Desolation

"Sprawl I (Flatland)"

"Took a drive into the sprawl
To find the house where we used to stay in
Couldn't read the number in the dark
You said let's save it for another day

Took a drive into the sprawl
To find the places we used to play
It was the loneliest day of my life
You're talking at me but I'm still far away

Let's take a drive
Through the sprawl
Through these towns they built to change
Then you said, the emotions are dead
It's no wonder that you feel so strange

Cops showing their lights
On the reflectors of our bikes
Said, do you kids know what time it is?
Well sir, it's the first time I've felt like something is mine
Like I have something to give
The last defender of the sprawl
Said, well where do you kids live?
Well sir, if you only knew
What the answer is worth
Been searching every corner
Of the earth"


in "Sprawl I (Flatland)" by Arcade Fire