quarta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2009


Na última noite que passaram juntos e em que os corpos se entregaram, deram tudo um ao outro. Sugaram-se e comeram-se até não restar mais nada.
Ela ficou satisfeita. Ele ficou finalmente em paz.
Nenhum dos dois entendeu bem o que tinha acontecido. Ela questionou-se mas não obteve resposta. Ele não quis pensar pois sentia-se bem assim.
Já não tinham mais nada a dizer um ao outro.
Naquele dia, ela percebeu que já conseguia voar novamente.

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

I don't know why but something made me remember these words:

There's never much to say between the moments of
our games and repartee

There's never much to read betweeen the lines of
what we need and what we'll take

There's never much to talk about or say aloud,
but say it anyway

Of holidays and yesterdays, and broken dreams
that somehow slipped away

In books and magazines on how to be and what to see
while you are being

Before and after photographs teach how to pass
from reaching to believing

We live beyond our means on other people's dreams
and that's succeeding

Between the lines of photographs I've seen the past --
it isn't pleasing

So strike another match

We'll have another cup of wine
And dance until the evening's dead

Of too much song and time

There's never much to speak about

Or read between the lines

Of what we dream about

When we're apart

And no one's looking on

To say you're mine

It was a good year then, it was a good year then,
we all remember

The time you threw the looking glass and seemed a fool
or very clever

Don't spoil it all, I can't recall a time when you were
struck without an answer

We'll live a quiet peaceful time between the lines
and go together

And I'm striking up the band to play our last hurrah
We'll dance until we've killed another evening off

Don't think of anyone but me

I'll have no lovers on the side

Tonight is all we've ever dreamed about

For once let's get it right

We'll go down flying in the end

Through another bottle in between the lines

I'll go down like a ship of state

Let's be gracious now

Between the lines