terça-feira, agosto 29, 2006

To nowhere

can you hear the calling of the raving wind and water?
we just keep dreaming of the land 'cross the river
we are always on the way to find the place we belong
wandering to no where, we're paddling
down the raging sea

who can cross over such raving wind and water?
on the rolling boat we sit, shivering with coldness
come by an island, come by a hillock,
it's just another place, we paddle on
down the raging sea

but in one morning we'll see the sun
bright shining morning dew singing
they who will search will find the land
of evergreen

can you hear the calling of the raving wind and water?
we just keep paddling down the sea, up the river
no destination, but we are together
in the silent sadness we're paddling
down the raging sea
down to no where
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     Estavam cansados. Andavam pelo mar de nada num horizonte vazio e eternamente negro, por detrás do qual qualquer boa-ventura que existisse mingüava, sem chance de jamais ser vista. Eles arrastavam seus pés pelo raso mar adentro, enquanto as violentas ondas derrubavam um ou outro, que assustadoramente insistia em levantar.
     Ele virou-se para ela, e perguntou, num tom carregado:

"Why to keep going to nowhere?"
     Ela respondeum, com um sorriso... E a voz carregada de uma melancolia imensurável..
"...because hope hides in the smallest and most unexpected places..."
     Ele olhou se perguntando onde a esperança se escondia no que dissera. Ela, resoluta, determinada e cabisbaixa, continuava a caminhar implacavelmente claudicando, enquanto um raio iluminava negro o horizonte de nuvens carregadas...

Brasília, 29/08/2006, 10:11Am

"they who will search
will sure find the land
of evergreen...
...search for the light!"

Arcueid Brunestud, 10:10 AM

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