acordei de um sonho esquisito
não me julgues pois vai parecer desatino
mas no meu sonho eu sabia voar
e pra isso bastava eu querer e acreditar

foi no meio de um jantar que desatei a voar
flutuei sem rumo, sem ter onde me agarrar
os outros comiam, sorriam e falavam
ninguém ali pareceu se importar

como todo sonho bom, este também acabou
e eu acordei a pensar que podia voar
até hoje não percebo porque aqui não consigo
fazer o que fazia lá

Jauch

Learning To Fly
(Pink Floyd)

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

[Spoken:]
Friction lock – set. Mixture – rich. Propellers – fully forward. Flaps – set – 10 degree. Engine gauges and suction – check
Mixture set to maximum percent – recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters – check both
(garbled word) – on
Navigation lights – on
Strobes – on
(To tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(Tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(To tower): 129.4. It’s to go
(Tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots
(To tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time
Just hand the power gradually, and it

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I


1A primeira versão desse poema foi feito no último dia de Abril de 2017. Não sei o que me passava pela cabeça. Provavelmente eu tinha sonhado que voava…

2Eu sonho que posso voar com alguma regularidade… E que sou perseguido pelo Alien do 8º passageiro, também… 😦