(Pintura: Caravaggio)No namoro a palavra assume uma importância crucial: pode magoar-nos, atingir-nos como pedras... mas também pode elevar-nos, tornar-nos cúmplices... é pela palavra e pelo olhar que a confiança nasce na relação e se firmam os alicerces do amor... Então, em vez de palavras de ódio, viva o amor verdadeiro com palavras de amor! As palavras são como milagres e nada melhor que expressar sentimentos num poema, como este, que nos enviou João Correia:
She walks between the breezes
Of a nice summer sundown,
She`s looking at me, it seems
When I watch her between clouds.
She walks between trees
With a jealous girly smile,
She`s looking at me, it seems
And I seem to like her style.
She wonders between mountains
Where Man never have been,
Where she baths in golden fountains
In the great river of sin.
She walks between hearths
With a fragile beer-foot
She’s whispering at me, it seems
like she`s talking to all of earth.
Of a nice summer sundown,
She`s looking at me, it seems
When I watch her between clouds.
She walks between trees
With a jealous girly smile,
She`s looking at me, it seems
And I seem to like her style.
She wonders between mountains
Where Man never have been,
Where she baths in golden fountains
In the great river of sin.
She walks between hearths
With a fragile beer-foot
She’s whispering at me, it seems
like she`s talking to all of earth.
João Correia - 11.ºC - ESMAVC
