[1444] Música do mundo: Domingo de Ramos

"Hallelujah", Jeff Buckley

Well, I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...

Baby, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

[262] A "eclética" geração

"Procuro antes a obra que exponha um traço da especificidade humana, e este será tanto mais importante quanto a sociedade em que vivo procure ocultá­‑lo. O lado trágico significa aqui a inelutabilidade da dor e da morte, mas sem qualquer tipo de síntese que resolva a conflitualidade e imponha uma redenção conciliatória, a qual não seria senão uma falsidade inadmissível."

(João Paulo Sousa, "Caminhos da literatura", in Da Literatura, 30-4-2006)

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Sem a pretensão de acrescentar nada de muito relevante ao que diz um mestre, não será que o acto redentor é o do próprio autor, que - expondo as fragilidades humanas escondidas pela/da sociedade onde se insere - se concilia com os seus concidadãos, aqueles que não têm voz nem figura?

Não será a arte, afinal, a forma mais sublime de nos redimirmos?