tombar e arrefecer

"-Porque escolheste esta vida?
Agora a pergunta era tão clara que eu não achei uma sombra para me esconder. De outras vezes, outra gente me perguntara o mesmo. E nunca soube responder. Falavam-me de fora, de outro mundo, com uma linguagem diferente. E assim, as nossas ideias jogavam à cabra-cega. Eu próprio, quando queria entender-me, espreitando-me donde me não suspeitasse, não tinha razões talhadas à medida do meu sonho. Os princípios do senso, da justiça, talvez tivessem envelhecido e não pudessem acompanhar o meu anseio. Só metido dentro de mim eu me compreendo todo e sem razões. Hei-de um dia tombar e arrefecer. Talvez então seja possível a outros ler em rigor o que se imobilizou da minha agitação. Até lá, é difícil. Qualquer coisa me está sempre forçando os limites, mesmo da regra que julgo dar-me. (…)
Tenho pés para andar e olhos para ver. Posso sentar-me ou posso fechar os olhos e dizer que não há sol nem estradas. Mas eu sei que há estradas e sol e que os olhos vêem e os pés andam. Por mais que eu queira, quando sei por dentro que uma coisa está certa, eu tenho de saber que está certa. E ainda que os outros saibam que está errada, isso não me ajuda."

Ferreira, Vergílio; “Adeus” em Contos; 10.ª edição; Bertrand Editora; Chiado; 2003

Paramore: Brick By Boring Brick

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure, the lends I told her. The angles were all wrong, now she's ripping wings off of butterflies. Keep your feet on the ground when your head's in the clouds. Go, get your shovel, and we'll dig a deep hole, to bury the castle. (...) So one day he found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally came to save her, and the rest you can figure out... But it was a trick and the clock struck 12. We'll make sure to build your home brick by boring brick, or the wolf's gonna blow it down. (...) You built up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic. (...) If it's not real you can't hold it in your hands, you can't feel it with your heart, and I won't believe it; but if it's true you can see it with your eyes, even in the dark, and that's where I want to be (...)"

Nickelback: Hero

"I am so high, I can hear heaven. (...) Whoa, but Heaven...no, Heaven won't hear me. And they say that a hero could save us, I'm not gonna stand here and wait; I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles, watch as we all fly away. Someone told me love would all save us, but how can that be? Look what love gave us: a world full of killing and blood spilling. That world never came. (...) Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you. It isn't the love of a hero and that's why I fear it won't do. (...) And they're watching us (...) as we all fly away. (...)"

Muse: Uprising

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR, the transmissions will resume. They'll try to push drugs, keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around. Another promise, another scene, another. A package not to keep us trapped in greed with all the green belts wrapped around our minds, and endless red tape to keep the truth confined. They will not force us. They will stop degrading us. They will not control us, and we will be victorious. Interchanging mind-control. Come let the revolution take its toll. If you could flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that we should never be afraid to die. Rise up and take the power back, it's time that the fat cats had a heart attack. You know that their time is coming to an end. We have to unify and watch our flag ascend. (...)"

Muse: United States of Eurasia

"You and me are the same. We don't know or care who's to blame, but we know that, whoever holds the reins, nothing will change. Our cause has gone insane. And these wars, they can't be won. (...) And do you want them to go on, and on, and on? Why split these states, when there can be only one? And must we do as we're told? (...) You and me fall in line, to be punished for unproven crimes! And we know that there is no one we can trust; our ancient heroes, they are turning to dust! And these wars, they can't be won. Does anyone know or care how they begun? They just promise to go on, and on, and on, but soon we will see there can be only one! (...)"