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Esquerda.
Anda, pára, anda, pára.
Eu olho para a pista ao meu lado,
Os carros parecem mover-se mais rapidamente
Do que nesse pedaço de chão.
Lá vai um, e outro e mais outro.
O outro lado é melhor.

Então, quase que automaticamente,
Minha mão esquerda aciona a seta,
Mas volto aos meus sentidos,
A mesma mão desliga-a.
Não, não. Melhor continuar aqui.

Aí passa um vermelho, um preto, um prata.
E eu aqui parada.
Se eu posso ir rápido,
O melhor não seria sair daqui?

Então, conscientemente, eu sinalizo
Minhas intenções e chego aonde quero.
Direita.
Mas agora aqui não anda.
E eu percebo que o antes era melhor.

Os carros que eu via passando,
Eles eram os que eu ultrapassava.
E agora há concreto no meio.
Eu não posso voltar.


21.agosto.2008

Under my skin

It was Sunday afternoon. A stroll in the park in that mild weather seemed to be perfect. Just a gentle sunshine, a soft breeze kissing my skin and a sky so blue one could forget there is such a thing as clouds.

She was by a tree. Her wavy brown hair swayed gently with thus calm the whole universe appeared to be in slow motion. There was I, presented with the most gracious scene ever conceived. Charm of fate.

Her lips. The way they slowly moved to the pace of her reading, it was as though they were waiting for a surprise company, for that was what they seemed to ask for. And her eyes, the way they blinked, it was more like they wanted to be shut because of shivers provided by whispers in her ear. Her figure was just so lovely my insides actually ached. Oh, she was the epitome of everything I had been looking for across oceans, foreign lands and random bodies.

So I called her name. I did not know what it was; phonemes were randomly spoken in a way that suited best the perfect angle her hands formed while holding her book.

But she did not look up. She simply kept staring at her words. However I did notice the corner of her lips turning into a shy, quick smile. Yes, she had smiled. But I guess I will never know whether it was for me or a humor factor in her reading: Alicia arrived at that very moment, taking my hand, taking me from the vision I shall always remember as the reason why I sing.