O Guardador de Rebanhos

O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.

Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas

Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,

E de vez em quando olhando para trás...

E o que vejo a cada momento

É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto,

E eu sei dar por isso muito bem...

Sei ter o pasmo essencial

Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer,

Reparasse que nascera deveras...

Sinto-me nascido a cada momento

Para a eterna novidade do mundo...


Creio no mundo como num malmequer,

Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele

Porque pensar é não compreender...


O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele

(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)

Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...


Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos...

Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,

Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso,

Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama

Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar...


Amar é a eterna inocência,

E a única inocência não pensar...


Alberto Caeiro

The look before I go
Is the look for you
You only have to look and it will all come true
And we can fall outside
Into the fizzy night
Or pull me down in here
You know it's all the same
I only want to see if you are happy again
Or we can roll around
And find out upside down

Cut Here

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
yeah it's the look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favorite man...
Is that anyway to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like you'll never let me go...

"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while... "
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eyes...

So dizzy Mr. Busy – too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make
it June
Until later...Doesn't always come...

It' so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "

But chilly Mr. Dilly- too much rush To talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot thing's must get done
In a second - Just Hang On - All in good time - Won't
be long
Until later...

I should've stop to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn't - now it's all too late it's over...
over...
And you're gone...

I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much...

But how many times can I walk away
and wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
and wish "if only... "

Keep on making the same mistake
keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late...

The Cure