The Boy in the Bubble

Disse, num outro post, que: "vemos somente aquilo que parecemos entender". Ou então ansiamos tanto pertencer que abraçamos a forma e nos esquecemos, inocentemente, da função. Fazemos isso com - me arrisco a apostar - quase tudo.
Assumimos a forma e prestamos nenhuma atenção à função de seja lá o que for.
Enquanto funcione...

Quer ver um caso disso?
Leia a seguinte letra da música "The Boy in The Bubble" de Paul Simon, linha por linha. Não pule nenhuma e, depois, lá embaixo escute a versão musicada.

The Boy in The Bubble - Paul Simon

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all

The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all

E, agora sim, escute Paul Simon cantando.



ou então, prestem atenção nesta outra versão da mesma música.
E pensem criaturas!
MordeDeus!


Abraços a todos


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