Tenho buscado dentro de mim uma forma de traduzir o que tem se passado. Um sentimento que já foi por vezes motivo e inspiração de tantas reflexões que mantenho escondidas no profundo da minha alma. Uma desesperança enorme quanto ao mundo que se mostra cada vez mais insano diante de meus olhos. Um momentário lapso de razão...
Essa música diz cada uma dessas coisas.
Pink Floyd - Sorrow
"The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke cries, and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by memories of a lost paradise
In his youth or in dreams... he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enought, It's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hands has weakened in the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul,
Time pass, the river rolls
He talks to the river of lost love and dedication
Silently replies that swirl invitation
Flows darkened and troubled trough an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows trough this night
And there is dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And the sillence speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken..."
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