De pé estava a mãe...
junto à cruz...
em que suspenso estava o filho.
Cristo é uma metáfora. A Metáfora. é a dor e o sofrimento, é a simplicidade e o amor, é a injustiça, é a angústia...
é a angústia de quem observa, impotente, a degeneração da beleza
é a angústia.
i jumped in the river and what did I see?
black-eyed angels swimming with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
all the figures i used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
i jumped in to the river
black-eyed angels swimming with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
all the figures i used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
a capitulação do eu
3 comentários:
ainda tenho a impressão de que fui eu que escrevi isto...
"o tal"
Dolorosa.
Juxta Crucem Lacrimosa
Dum Pendebat Filius.
...especial.
...
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