Eles não sabem que o sonho
é uma constante da vida
tão concreta e definida
como outra coisa qualquer
como esta pedra cinzenta
em que me sento e descanso
como este ribeiro manso
em serenos sobressaltos
como estes pinheiros altos
que em verde e oiro se agitam
como estas árvores que gritam
em bebedeiras de azuleles
não sabem que sonho
é vinho, é espuma, é fermento
bichinho alacre e sedento
de focinho pontiagudo
que fuça através de tudo
em perpétuo movimento.
Eles não sabem que o sonho
é tela é cor é pincel,
base, fuste ou capitel,
arco em ogiva, vitral.
Pináculo de catedral
contraponto, sinfonia, máscara grega, magia
que é retorta de alquimista
mapa do mundo distante
Rosa dos Ventos, Infante,
caravela quinhentista
que é cabo da Boa-Esperança.
Ouro, canela, marfim
florete de espadachim
bastidor, passo de dança
Columbina e Arlequim
passarola voadora
pára-raios, locomotiva,
barco de proa festiva
alto-forno, geradora
cisão do átomo, radar
ultra-som, televisão
desembarque em foguetão
na superfície lunar
Eles não sabem nem sonham
que o sonho comanda a vida
e que sempre que o homem sonha
o mundo pula e avança
como bola colorida
entre as mãos duma criança.
A. Gedeão
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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
Was many years ago that I left home and came this way,
I was a young man full of hopes and dreams,
But now it seems to me that all is lost and nothing gained,
Sometimes things ain't what they seem,
No brave new world, no brave new world,
No brave new world, no brave new world.
Night and day I scan horizon, sea and sky,
My spirit wanders endlessly,
Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why,
Hear me calling, rescue me,
Set me free, set me free,
Lost in this place and leave no trace.
Stranger in a strange land,
Land of ice and snow,
Trapped inside this prison, yeah!
Lost and far from home.
One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way,
To find the answer to the mystery,
They found his body lying where it fell on that day,
Preserved in time for all to see,
No brave new world, no brave new world,
What became off men that started
All are gone and souls departed
Left me here in this prison
So all alone
Lost in this place, and leave no trace.
Stranger in a strange land,
Land of ice and snow,
Trapped inside this prison, yeah!
Lost and far from home.
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