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Linhas em jeito de diário. Inspiração. Homenagem a espíritos livres. Lugar de evocação. Registo do quotidiano, espaço de encontros. Refúgio de olhares. Espécie de tributo à escrita límpida, serena e franca de Marcello Duarte Mathias.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be?
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land
(...)
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
"Father?" "Yes, son?" "I want to kill you"
"Mother? I want to..."
(...)
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
(Jim Morrison Ray Manzarek Robby Krieger John Densmore)
Fica só a tristeza. A certeza de que a maior reside na injustiça, na intolerância, na purga, na mentira. Contra isso não há remédio. E a certeza de que a longa noite começou. Para uns maior do que para outros.
This is the end/Beautiful friend/This is the end/My only friend, the end.