Errar (do Lat. Errare, v. tr. e int., cometer erro em, desacertar, enganar-se, vaguear, vagabundear, pecar, ofender)

Toda a gente já se arrependeu de algo que fez. Estou certo que será um facto científico facilmente provável, o que não estou assim tão certo é que toda a gente tenha coragem de voltar atrás quando erram, ou sou só eu?



A música
Acabadinha de sair do novo álbum do Damien Rice. Para os mais distraídos o álbum chama-se 9 e a música chama-se Accidental Babies.

P.S.: Aquela do “para os mais distraídos” é uma tacada a mim próprio.

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands
And elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignore our others
Happy plans
That delicate look upon your face

A mind crystal hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In mild issue of our disgrace

Our bodies pressed and hardened
Turning our desire in
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
What we have done

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive
without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies

We aren't free

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?
What about...?