O que restará na nossa velhice?
Entre agulhas de tricô, jornais e baralhos,
Vejo imperando, maior que tudo,
O silêncio!
O futuro já feito, dispersado.
O passado ressuscitado
Me faz companhia,
E o presente…
Esta ausência do diálogo…
É o conviver constante com o tempo
Que ocupa todos os espaços
E decide não mais sair do lugar,
Prolongando o tique-taque do relógio.
Ah! O que me assusta
Não são as rugas,
O corpo arqueado,
E o espelho denunciando
Uma terceira pessoa em mim.
O que me inflama
É a eterna busca
Do aconchego,
Do murmúrio de palavras
Que trazem o eco do outro,
Do estalo das risadas
Ferindo o ar.
É o estar só em meio ao povo,
É cada um buscando um lugar
Longe
Para não ter de dividir palavras
E deixar os ouvidos de plantão.
O que me assusta na velhice
É o isolamento,
A falta de acasalamento,
É o ensaio para a solidão derradeira!
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The designer clearly thinks broken links are a feature.
The designer must have thought neon green on pink was a good idea.
This is the internet equivalent of stepping in dog poop.
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The writing is so bad it could make a dictionary cry.
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