tantas portas na vida.tantas vias tortas, vivas ou mortas,
tantas saídas sem sentido e sem caminho.
tanto espinho imperfeito,
num mundo feito de dor e tristeza,
frieza e rancor de sangue-vinho.
das portas que fechei, não me esqueço.
mas pago o preço de ter fechado
e colocado no passado o que passou por mim.
mas nada fechei fora do tempo,
lento, veloz, de vidas sós,
sem começo, meio e fim.
mas fechastes a porta da minha moradia.
recusastes apreço, abrigo,
colocando preço em um amigo.
despi os meus olhos dos teus olhares,
e o meu riso do teu sorriso.
disse um “adeus” indeciso àqueles ares.
e a minha porta se fechou.
e ela nunca mais vai se abrir para os teus olhos.
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Esta é uma dos melhores textos do cinema:
Writer:
As time went on we saw less and less of Teddy and Vern, until eventually they became just two more faces in the halls. It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant. I heard that Vern got married out of high school, had four kids, and is now the forklift operator at the Arsenault lumberyard. Teddy tried several times to get into the Army, but his eyes and ear kept him out. The last time I'd heard, he'd spent some time in jail. He was now doing odd jobs around Castle Rock.
Chris did get out. He enrolled in the college courses with me, and, although it was hard, he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to college and eventually became a lawyer. Last week he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument—one of them pulled a knife. Chris, who had always made the best peace, tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly.
Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
Hum. Só bato porta de geladeira. Hehe.
Bonito.
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