quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2009

Diário de bordo II (Flittchen)


Meat! No more than meat, like cattle in the green fields moving straight to death by consummation. They laid on the table waiting for us men to lay our starving hands upon them and fill our mouths with their bodies. Meat! No more than meat!
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught in the cross-fire of childhood and
stardom, blown on the steel breeze
Come on you target for far away laughter, come on you
stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
Round and fat hamburgers they were. It's funny how that misshapen piece of meat reminded me of a once living being screaming to the skies "Moow". Disgracefully, no man is meant to afford such an amount of morbid flesh for his own. And then, Interest and Will detached from each other.
You reached for the secret too soon,
you cried cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed to the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you
painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Although there was Interest (the feeling of wanting to give your attention to something or of wanting to be involved with and to discover more about something) towards the consummation of the meat, there was no Will (the mental power used to control and direct your thoughts and actions, or determination to do something despite any difficulties or opposition). Nonetheless, they were dying in starvation.
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond
Pile on more layers and I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond
For that reason, a mere piece of rotten flesh, in that single point in time, maybe for the first time ever, was more alive than ourselves - beautiful and great living beings.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph
and sail on the steel breeze
Come on you boy-child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
"Moooooww!!!", Nog cried out....

P.I.M.B.

2 comentários:

nog disse...

mooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Raquel Passos disse...

me divirto a bordo desses diários!