sábado, 19 de agosto de 2006

Devaneios em sala de aula

Sexta- feira, última aula do dia, maior calorão, geometria, e eu passando mal, com a maior tosse e vontade de deitar... em vez de copiar a matéria da lousa comecei a escrever coisas nada a ver, como elas vinham na cabaça.... quando vi tinha um texto lindo escrito... em inglês!!!!!
Fazer o que.. de vez em quando eu penso em inglês, e já que ele saiu assim, é assim que ele vai ser postado: (os burros que não entendem inglês que me perdoem.. ah me perdoem pelo "burro" também.. não fiz menção de ofender)

"It would be wonderfull if I could lie down in my bed now, and listen to the sound of the rain tapping in my window, instead of this dry, hot and sunny day. And i wish i could sleep, and so wake up later, very confortable in my pillows, feeling the smell of "little rain cakes" (bolinho de chuva) and coffe coming from the kitchen, just like the one in those dark rainy afternoons in my grandmother´s house. And so, walk without shoes in the red cold floor till the kitchen and find there my grandmother, my aunt and my cousins. So i would seat with them and eat the little cakes, talking and laughing, while drinking milk with coffe in those old colored cups. And after i would go to the backyard with my cousins and we would try to fill a plastic cup with the rain water... we would try to drink the rain water with our mouths opened, looking at the grey sky. And after getting dirty and wet, my aunt would send us to have bath. And after the bath the trhee of us would sit in the living roon, watching TV (maybe Chaves, or Tom & Jerry) and talking, playing, jumping, while my aunt and grandma were making the dinner in the kitchen.
Now i open my eyes, and i´m here, looking at the computer instead of the old TV. The floor is made of wood, not the red cold one. My grandmother´s house doesn´t exist snymore, my grandmother is not in this world anymore, my aunt is miles away from here, my cousins are not those litlle boys anymore, and i´m not that little girl with blond hair anymore. I´m happy the way i am now, but how i miss those days........."

Um comentário:

Unknown disse...

As palavras são simples. Mesmo eu, com o meu ingles horrivel, consigo entender. Mas os sentimentos que são complicados...
Também tenho saudades de coisas que estão distantes, no tempo e espaço.
Talvez todos nós temos. E isso acontece pq sempre as recordamos com tanto carinho.

Palavras de um menino do futuro, para uma menina do passado.