O Paraíso, aquele, o da Holly Bible, materializa-se numa enorme seara de trigo. E nela eu corro e o vento trespassa-me os cabelos, e Sol inunda-me a alma.
O meu imaginário infantil é preenchido por searas de trigo. Ainda hoje me imagino a correr entre elas, com as espigas a tocarem-me o corpo... douradas!!! E um Sol de meio-dia a iluminar-me a alma.



Por estranho que pareça lembra-me uma música do Kozelek...

Time as I've known it, it doesn't take much time to pass by me.
Minutes into days, turn into months, turn into years, they hurry by me.
Still I love to see the sun go down, and the world go around.

Dreams full of promises, hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now, hopes that I've forgotten, faded memories.
Still I love to see the sun go down, and the world go around.

And I love to see the morning as it steals across the sky.
And I love to remember, and I love to wonder why.
And I hope that I'm around, so I can be there when I die, when I'm gone.

I hope that you will think of me in moments when you're happy, and you're smiling.
And that the thought will comfort you on cold and cloudy days, if you are crying.
And that you'll love to see the sun go down, and the world go around, and around and around.

By the way ... gosto de ti ...