11 novembro 2016

Steer your way

A literatura não tem que estar confinada nem rotulada. Os grandes temas são afinal aqueles que nos fazem estalar o coração, sejam eles as liberdades colectivas ou o mais puro e egoísta sentimento de paixão e posse. Leonard Cohen é mais um exemplo de que um escritor pode ser cantor e músico, tal como um músico como Bob Dylan pode ser cantor e escritor.


 


Leonard Cohen atravessou gerações e as suas canções são poemas com melodias intemporais. Não sei se canta se declama, mas também não me interessa nem importa. Quem assim viveu é como se fosse quase imortal, porque continua a fazer-nos companhia, a seduzir-nos e a ensinar-nos o mundo.


 



Leonard Cohen


 


 


Steer your way through the ruins


Of the altar and the mall


Steer your way through the fables


Of creation and the fall


Steer your way past the palaces


That rise above the rot


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought


 


Steer your heart past the truth


You believed in yesterday


Such as fundamental goodness


And the wisdom of the way


Steer your heart, precious heart


Past the women whom you bought


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought


 


Steer your path through the pain


That is far more real than you


That smashed the cosmic model


That blinded every view


And please don’t make me go there


Tho’ there be a god or not


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought


 


They whisper still, the ancient stones


The blunted mountains weep


As he died to make men holy


Let us die to make things cheap


And say the Mea Culpa which you’ve probably forgot


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought


 


Steer your way, o my heart


Tho’ I have no right to ask


To the one who was never


Never equal to the task


Who knows he’s been convicted


Who knows he will be shot


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought


 


They whisper still, the ancient stones


The blunted mountains weep


As he died to make men holy


Let us die to make things cheap


And say the Mea Culpa which you gradually forgot


Year by year


Month by month


Day by day


Thought by thought

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