sexta-feira, agosto 31, 2007

Eterna Magia...


Eterna e indescritível...
Magia acima do comum que a figura da Princesa Diana ainda tem sobre nós!
Hoje, 10 anos após sua morte, ainda não acredito...
Ainda acho divina a foto dela sentada no trampolim da lancha, tão solitária.
Imagino meus tataranetos estudando História na classe, como eu estudei as rainhas da Inglaterra, as amantes, as loucas presas nas torres... Eles estudarão Di. E nós teremos sido apagados das mentes, da História, nem passaremos perto das páginas dos computadores ou chips didáticos.
Mas em algum lugar desta atmosfera nostálgica do passado, teremos sido contemporâneos da Lady.
Linda, lenda....

Bom fim...

Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to our country
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will
Loveliness we've lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we'll always carry
For our nation's golden child
And even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned our long before
Your legend ever will
Goodbye England's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye England's rose
From a country lost without your soul
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you'll ever know
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And you footsteps will always fall here
Along England's greenest hills
Your candle's burned out long before
Your legend ever will

3 comentários:

Carol Piovesana disse...

Eterna magia...
Eterna Lady...
Beijinhos...
Bom fim!

Rubina disse...

Eu que o diga. O ambiente por aqui e de saudades e respeito, admiracao e vontade de a deixar, finalmente, descansar em paz...Estou de volta - mais ou menos - lol. Beijos

mc disse...

Ela morreu no dia do meu aniversário. Ainda lembro de quando recebi a notícia - naquela época não podia nem votar ainda.