Cola UHU

 Sobrevivemos.

A primeira dor no coração dói, mói e remói. Faz e desfaz tudo por dentro, mas não mata. Parte algumas coisas em caquinhos, e é verdade que há quem passe o resto da vida de cola UHU a postos. 

A primeira, e todas.

Cada gesto novo, um colar dos cacos.

É a vida. A vida é assim mesmo, um dia agente chega e noutro vai embora. 

Não há nada mais popular que um coração partido, arranjado. Desarrumado. Colado.

é tudo muito simples, nada simples e ao mesmo tempo muito simples. 

Matilde Campilho

 

Thank you

 

If i could tell you

 Time will say nothing but I told you so,

Time only knows the price we have to pay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,

If we should stumble when musicians play,

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,

Because I love you more than I can say,

If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,

There must be reasons why the leaves decay;

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,

The vision seriously intends to stay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,

And all the brooks and soldiers run away;

Will Time say nothing but I told you so?

If I could tell you I would let you know.

W.H. Auden