Um dia de cada vez..: AH!

quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2008

AH!

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Quase - Luíz Fernando Veríssimo.

Ainda pior que a convicção do não, É a incerteza do tavez, É a desilusão de um quase!
É o quse que me incomoda, Que me entristece, Que me mata trazendo tudu que poderia ter sido e não foi.
Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, Quem quase passou ainda estuda, Quem quase amou não amou!
Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, Nas chances que se perdem por medo, Nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono.
Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna. A resposta eu sei de cor.
Está estampada na distância e na frieza dos sorrisos, Na frouxidão do abraço, Na indiferença do "Bom Dia", quase sussurrado.
Sobra covardia e falta coragem até para ser feliz.
A paixão queima, O amor enlouquece, O desejo trai.
Talvez esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor. Mas não são.
Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio-termo, O mar não teria ondas, Os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza. O nada não ilumina, Não inspira, Não aflige nem acalma, Apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si.
Preferir a derrota prévia à dúviva da vitória é disperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer.
Para os erros há Perdão.
Para os fracassos, Chance.
Para os amores impossíveis, Tempo.
De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma.
Um romance cujo fim é instântaneo ou indolor não é romance.
Não deixe que a saudadesufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.
Desconfie do destino e acredite em você.
Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando...
Fazendo que planejando...
Vivendo que esperando...
Porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo,
Quem quase vive já morreu.

Luíz Fernando Veríssimo.

Um dia de cada vez..

quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2008

AH!

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