No nicho dos dias...

Nunca consegui perceber para que serve a vida...
E as memórias... Porque flutuam elas entre o olhar e o tacto, presas entre os dias? São como velhas molas de colchão, onde o prazer se deitou e demorou, onde a morte descansou da vida; são o suporte de ficções e a foz das ilusões - e não são nada afinal!
As memórias... Um trapo a cheirar mal, que de vez em quando lavamos e pomos a secar numa pressa, para que as cores não desbotem... os cheiros de então! O que ficou para trás, aquela ténue frincha do vidro estilhaçado por onde o vento se atreve a espreitar... e onde as teias de aranha se aninham numa cópula do Futuro.
Vive-se aninhado no nicho dos dias... e o sexo rasteja impune na palma da mão!

ML

"Hey You..."

"Hey You! Out There on the Cold
Getting Lonely, Getting Old, Can You Feel Me?
Hey You! Standing in the Aisles
With Itchy Feet and Fading Smiles, Can You Feel Me?
Hey You! Don´t Help Them To Bury The Light
Don´t Give In Without A Fight.

Hey You! Out There On Your Own
Sitting Naked By the Phone, Would You Touch Me?
Hey You! With Your Ear Against The Wall
Waiting For Someone To Call Out, Would You Touch Me?
Hey You! Would You Help Me To Carry The Stone
Open Your Heart, I´m Coming Home.

But It Was Only Fantasy
The Wall Was Too High As You Can See
No Matter How I tried I Could Not Break Free
And The Worms Ate Into My Brain...

Hey You!Out There On The Road
Doing What You´re Told, Can You Help Me?
Hey You! Out There Beyond The Wall
Breaking Bottles In The Hall, Can You Help Me?
Hey You! Don´t Tell Me There´s No Hope At All
Together We Stand, Divided We Fall...

Is There Anybody Out There?"

in "The Wall" - Pink Floyd (1979)