{"id":123,"date":"2004-12-21T12:12:17","date_gmt":"2004-12-21T20:12:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.roberval.com.br\/?p=123"},"modified":"2011-03-26T16:41:39","modified_gmt":"2011-03-26T19:41:39","slug":"o-garoto-analgico","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/roberval.com.br\/roberval\/2004\/12\/o-garoto-analgico\/","title":{"rendered":"O Garoto Anal&oacute;gico"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><left><\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\">\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" align=\"right\" ><a name=\"2\"><\/a><br \/>\n<b>The Analog Kid<\/b><\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\">\n<p><strong>O Garoto Anal&oacute;gico <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" align=\"right\" colspan=\"3\">\n<hr>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" align=\"right\">\n<p>A hot and windy August afternoon<br \/>\nHas the trees in constant motion<br \/>\nWith a flash of silver leaves<br \/>\nAs they&#8217;re rocking in the breeze<\/p>\n<p>The boy lies in the grass with one blade<br \/>\nStuck between his teeth<br \/>\nA vague sensation quickens<br \/>\nIn his young and restless heart<br \/>\nAnd a bright and nameless vision<br \/>\nHas him longing to depart<\/p>\n<p>You move me &#8211;<br \/>\nYou move me &#8211;<br \/>\nWith your buildings and your eyes<br \/>\nAutumn woods and winter skies<br \/>\nYou move me &#8211;<br \/>\nYou move me &#8211;<br \/>\nOpen sea and city lights<br \/>\nBusy streets and dizzy heights<br \/>\nYou call me &#8211;<br \/>\nYou call me &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs<br \/>\nDances on the edge of his dream<br \/>\nAnd her voice rings in his ears<br \/>\nLike the music of the spheres<\/p>\n<p>The boy lies in the grass, unmoving<br \/>\nStaring at the sky<br \/>\nHis mother starts to call him<br \/>\nAs a hawk goes soaring by<br \/>\nThe boy pulls down his baseball cap<br \/>\nAnd covers up his eyes<\/p>\n<p>Too many hands on my time<br \/>\nToo many feelings &#8211;<br \/>\nToo many things on my mind<br \/>\nWhen I leave I don&#8217;t know<br \/>\nWhat I&#8217;m hoping to find<br \/>\nWhen I leave I don&#8217;t know<br \/>\nWhat I&#8217;m leaving behind&#8230;<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" colspan=\"2\">\n<p>Uma tarde de agosto quente ao vento<br \/>\nTem as &aacute;rvores em movimento constante<br \/>\nCom um brilho das folhas prateadas<br \/>\nEnquanto balan&ccedil;am na brisa <\/p>\n<p>O garoto deita na grama com uma folha<br \/>\nPresa entre seus dentes<br \/>\nUma vaga sensa&ccedil;&atilde;o aviva-se<br \/>\nEm seu jovem e inquieto cora&ccedil;&atilde;o<br \/>\nE uma vis&atilde;o brilhante e sem nome<br \/>\nO deixa ansioso por partir <\/p>\n<p>Voc&ecirc; me comove \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nVoc&ecirc; me comove \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nCom seus edif&iacute;cios e seus olhos<br \/>\nBosques de outono e c&eacute;us de inverno<br \/>\nVoc&ecirc; me comove \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nVoc&ecirc; me comove \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nMar aberto e luzes da cidade<br \/>\nRuas movimentadas e alturas vertiginosas<br \/>\nVoc&ecirc; me chama \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nVoc&ecirc; me chama \u00e2\u20ac\u201c <\/p>\n<p>A garota de olhos castanhos com pernas bronzeadas<br \/>\nDan&ccedil;a no limite do seu sonho<br \/>\nE sua voz soa em seu ouvido<br \/>\nComo a m&uacute;sica das esferas <\/p>\n<p>O garoto deita na grama, im&oacute;vel<br \/>\nOlhando para o c&eacute;u<br \/>\nSua m&atilde;e come&ccedil;a a cham&aacute;-lo<br \/>\nEnquanto um falc&atilde;o passa pairando<br \/>\nO garoto puxa seu bon&eacute; de baseball<br \/>\nE cobre seus olhos <\/p>\n<p>Tantas m&atilde;os em meu tempo<br \/>\nTantos sentimentos \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nTantas coisas na minha mente<br \/>\nQuando eu parto n&atilde;o sei<br \/>\nO que espero encontrar<br \/>\nQuando eu parto n&atilde;o sei<br \/>\nO que deixo para tr&aacute;s&#8230; 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