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Morremos porque nascemos.
Na essência, esta afirmação traduz o percurso de uma vida, qualquer que
seja o tempo que ela dure. Mas talvez a pergunta mais simples e,
simultaneamente, mais desafiante seja esta: porque é que vivemos ? E
talvez a resposta seja tão simples: vivemos para estarmos com os outros e
para que eles guardem algo de nós.<br />
Na voz íntima de Leonard Cohen, ele passou-nos o turbilhão de emoções
em que vivemos. Cantava com uma sensibilidade que arrebatava corações
estilhaçados.<br />
É disso que se trata: alguém entra em nós para deixar uma marca tão
profunda que nos faz sentir o que o outro sente, que nos faz sorrir e
sofrer, acreditar e renunciar.<br />
Cohen cantava a vida, depois de um trajecto como poeta, romancista e
compositor. As palavras saíam-lhe como um sussurro como falam os
amantes, sempre que estão inebriados com a magia da paixão.<br />
No filme “Casablanca“ é contada uma história que não sobrevive aos
caminhos erráticos de um grande amor. Rick e Ilsa amam-se até ao limite
das suas forças. Foi em Paris, mas que interessa ? Poderia ter sido no
delta do rio das pérolas. Há grandes amores que morrem porque nasceram
aprisionados em circunstâncias que a razão não explica. Olhares.
Gestos. Silêncios. Se o coração pensasse, pararia, disse-o Leonardo da
Vinci. E provavelmente assim os amores impossíveis passassem a ser
possíveis.<br />
Leonard Cohen iluminou o trânsito emocional dos desorientados. Por
isso é que hoje, no dia da sua morte, o recordamos com ternura. E o
carinho com que o lembramos, faz-nos pensar que o coração guarda tudo,
mesmo o que, um dia, deixámos partir. <br />
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amor de uma maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16860909856460513918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907037605019843376.post-55945143917895161412016-10-12T09:14:00.002+01:002016-10-12T09:14:12.761+01:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">FILHO PREDILETO</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Certa vez perguntaram a uma mãe qual era seu filho preferido,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">aquele que ela mais amava.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">E ela, deixando entrever um sorriso, respondeu:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">"Nada é</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"> mais volúvel que um coração de mãe.<br />E, como mãe, lhe respondo: o filho predileto,<br />aquele a quem me dedico de corpo e alma...<br />É o meu filho doente, até que sare.<br />O que partiu, até que volte.<br />O que está cansado, até que descanse.<br />O que está com fome, até que se alimente.<br />O que está com sede, até que beba.<br />O que estuda, até que aprenda.<br />O que está com frio, até que se agasalhe.<br />O que não trabalha, até que se empregue.<br />O que namora, até que se case.<br />O que casa, até que conviva.<br />O que é pai, até que os crie.<br />O que prometeu, até que se cumpra.<br />O que deve, até que pague.<br />O que chora, até que cale.<br />E já com o semblante bem distante daquele sorriso, completou:<br />O que já me deixou...<br />...até que o reencontre...</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">(Erma Bombeck)</span><img src="https://scontent-lhr3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/12417660_10201123105555172_646843943092331329_n.jpg?oh=9d98fb221b2e6434595d72465e18c446&oe=589B4414" />amor de uma maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16860909856460513918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907037605019843376.post-36763181373649470952016-09-08T16:27:00.001+01:002016-09-08T16:27:23.171+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ricardo Avila<br />
Um grande contador de estorias.<br />
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