árvores

(Fátima - Fevereiro 2011)

Precioso poema de Jarvis Cocker (Pulp) sobre as àrvores, testemunhas silenciosas dos dramas da nossa vida. O amor que sentimos pode acabar e os amigos podem desaparecer, mas as àrvores permanecem...

I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground and it died without a sound.

Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves and

no-one saw us but the trees.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.

I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,

distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.

The smell of leaf mould and the sweetness of decay

are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.

You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.

Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.

Oh no, no I might as well go and tell it to the trees.

Go and tell it to the trees, yeah.