quarta-feira, 8 de setembro de 2010

Slow dance


Não é meu, obviamente. E embora eu não saiba o nome da autora, aqui fica a minha homenagem:

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.


Hélas!

2 comentários:

Blimunda disse...

Passei na rua. A porta entreaberta convidava a entrar. Com um ligeiro toque empurrei e ouviu-se o ranger das dobradiças. Dei meia para sair de mansinho. Olhei para a pétala murcha que apanhei debaixo do banco de jardim. Deixei-a em cima da mesa e saí. A porta continuou entreaberta.

Um abraço, Mac.

mac disse...

Levantou-se a custo, tinha sede. Em cima da mesa estava uma pétala murcha. Pegou-lhe: cheirava bem.
Inexplicavelmente sentiu-se muito melhor.

Um beijo, Bli.