Ninguém reage. Apenas eu aceno com a cabeça. Aproximo-me e, com um enorme carinho, lhe dou o último beijo na testa. Um momento de abstracção, como se só eu e ele existíssemos. Sinto-lhe a pele fria. Porque não posso eu ressuscitá-la, aquecê-la para que retorne a mim?
Dois passos atrás, com a maior das dores alguma vez sentida. Aqueles passos significavam a permissão da clausura. Nunca mais o veria. Nunca mais. Era a última imagem.
As forças esvaíam-se. Fechei-me também como que num casulo isolado do mundo externo. Deixei de ver o que quer que fosse, de ouvir o que quer que fosse. Eu deixei a Terra e voei, como que numa tentativa de acompanhar o seu espírito a elevar-se e a sair da terra.
Mas não, não o acompanhei. Ele, sim acredito que tenha aceite a minha companhia, mas não o vi.
Não o vi, nunca mais.
Não há consôlo possível. Nunca mais!
The last kiss
The time has come! It will be the last. How is it possible?
Nobody reacts. Only I nod. I approach and with a great affection I give him the last kiss on the forehead. A moment of abstraction, as if only he and I existed. I feel her skin cold. Why can not I raise him up, warm him to return to me?
Two steps behind, with the greatest pain ever felt. Those steps meant permission for the cloister. I would never see him again. Never. It was the last image.
The forces are gone. I closed myself off as if in a cocoon isolated from the external world. I failed to see anything, to listen to anything. I left Earth and flew, as if in an attempt to accompany your spirit to rise and to leave the earth.
But no, I did not. He, yes, I believe he accepted my company, but I did not see him.
I did not see him, never
There is no possible conspiracy. Anymore!
The last kiss
The time has come! It will be the last. How is it possible?
Nobody reacts. Only I nod. I approach and with a great affection I give him the last kiss on the forehead. A moment of abstraction, as if only he and I existed. I feel her skin cold. Why can not I raise him up, warm him to return to me?
Two steps behind, with the greatest pain ever felt. Those steps meant permission for the cloister. I would never see him again. Never. It was the last image.
The forces are gone. I closed myself off as if in a cocoon isolated from the external world. I failed to see anything, to listen to anything. I left Earth and flew, as if in an attempt to accompany your spirit to rise and to leave the earth.
But no, I did not. He, yes, I believe he accepted my company, but I did not see him.
I did not see him, never
There is no possible conspiracy. Anymore!
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