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Personificação do tempo

Под музыду: Canção de Engate, Tiago Bettencourt

Заключительные мысли.

Год назад я написала в блог "Буду перерабатывать всю свою жизнь" (естественно оригинал был на португальском - оригинальный смысль очень плохо передается на русском). Доучила один язык, познакомилась с людьми которые даже не знают как меня изменили, улучшили; потеряла самого ценного итальянца своей жизни - человек, который дал мне жизнь, но в день моего рождения прощался с этим миром, да он знал насколько я люблю Пасху (которая год от года совпадает с моим днем рождением) и в этот день и попрощался. Я остановила и слушала пациентов - не только о симптомах, а о жизни. Видела грани жизни, не все, но научилась что их много. Мы узнаем жизнь только перед смертью, врачи живут эти ощущения чаще других представителей общества. Разделила свое время с детьми - которые способны проявлять в любом человеке его наилучшие качества. Просто хотела сказать, не я перерабатывала свою жизнь, а скорее этот год переработал меня. И для меня раз он уже закончился после Рождества, написала Отцу стихи, по привычке. Пора мне с ним попрощаться. Вчера читала Гильгемаша - это герой, который стал знаменитым не тем что он сделал, а тем, чему он научился - тут об этом речь. И последний мой совет: любите, просто любите, не спрашивайте себя почему любите, ведь если вам нужны объяснения или причины - это уже не то чувство, раз он самое бессмысленное на свете, не ищите в нем объяснений. Как поет Беттенкур: "любовь - это не время, ни время его производит, любовь - это момент, когда ты шел, и я решила пойти за тобой".

Personificação do tempo

Eu vou te amar 
como o vento te trouxer
Vou, vou
(vem)
contra o tempo
o vento - 
o bento amor
Mas eu sigo em sigilo
corrijo:
descasco
o tempo
vou te amar
como ao tempo
vai ser um amor linear
abstrato
desesperadamente absoluto
inteligível ao terceiro
e já o está

Agora olha de perto
o teu amor me descasca
desmaterializa
desfaz
refaz
entre essas quatro paredes
só é amor 
se a tua dor - 
entre essas quatro paredes do nosso amor
só é amor
se a tua dor
for minha também
ela me descasca
desmaterializa
desfaz

refaz.

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