Nervuras

Os dias correm, sem rumo certo, apenas a seiva diária sabe o seu caminho. Cruzamo-nos com os outros, por vezes, sem os vermos, mas eis que num momento ou noutro, paramos e vimos que os outros não são números.

Nervuras conduzem a seiva,

energia, 

vida,

esqueleto da folha 

caída sobre a mesa.

A folha caída sobre a mesa transportou-me aos finais dos anos 60, à eterna canção:  A Whiter Shade of Pale

A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

But the crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly,

Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, 'there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see.

But i wandered through my playing cards

And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might have just as well've been closed

She said, 'i'm home on shore leave,

Though in truth we were at sea

So i took her by the looking glass

And forced her to agree

Saying, 'you must be the mermaid

Who took neptune for a ride.

But she smiled at me so sadly

That my anger straightway died

If music be the food of love

Then laughter is its queen

And likewise if behind is in front

Then dirt in truth is clean

My mouth by then like cardboard

Seemed to slip straight through my head

So we crash-dived straightway quickly

And attacked the ocean bed

Música escrita por  Keith Reid e Gary Brooker interpretada por Procol Harum

Os Procol Harum inspiraram-se na ária de Bach para fazer a canção que ouviram.
O tempo, os homens e a história sempre interligados.