Mas de todo jeito, é ouvindo Legião Urbana que eu posto pra vocês, nesse momento, a página 58 do livro. A minha preferida, até agora.
' Daisy Hawkins
Looking through the stained-glass window
Waiting for the rain to come
While she makes the bishop's tea
Lonely mother without a son
Daisy hears the bishop's call
In quiet steps goes to the door
The bishop's smile reveals the sadness
Her son has died in war
She pours the tea into the cup
Hoping the old man will say more
About her son, about his death,
January 1st, 1944.
''At last a word'', thinks to herself
When the bishop sighs in awe
In desbelief he picks up the cup
That has fallen to the floor
''Not a broken peace'', he says
And lonely Daisy Hawkins cries
''About my son not a word you have said''
The tears run from her light-blue eyes
The bishop answers, ''What can I say?
He was your son, not mine.
I didn't even know his age.''
''Eighteen.'' ''Too young to die.''
''Is that all you say about my son?''
Asks Daisy as she drinks her tea
''I ask again, what can I say
He was unkown to me.''
The bishop bites his chocolate biscuit
And once again expresses his sorrow
''Today is January 6th, my dear
Seventh day prayers will be tomorrow.''
Time is up, he must go now.
In quiet steps goes to the door
While Daisy Hawkins stares into space
Remembering her son's fate in war
The bishop stands out in the garden
He bids farewell and is soon gone
Daisy stands beside the fireplace
And suddenly remembers a nursery-rhyme song
She looks again through the stained-glass window
Her son has gone,
The rain has come
''Tomorrow shall be another day'', she thinks
And feels the first rays of the after-rain sun.
Fevereiro 16, 1976.
R.M.J.R.
This, my friend, is a peace of... fill at your own rise.''
É isso. E é lindo, triste, uma das coisas mais tocantes que eu já li.
Renatão <3
