Maria limpa, limpa, limpa
(Exercício melhor que academia)
Maria dança e esfrega, dá brilho e canta
(Maria acha lindo seu chalé planejado por ela, arquiteta amadora, jardineira amadora, dançarina amadora, cantora amadora, gueixa amadora, tradutora)
Maria limpa, limpa e limpa
Maria espera não sabe quem
Alguém
(e põe flores no vaso porque lhe faz bem, para si e mais ninguém)
Maria senta-se, exausta de dançar, de limpar, de cantar e de sonhar
Intoxicada com o cheiro de cera, lustra-móveis, alvejante, Pinho-Sol
E depois da faxina deita-se exausta, sozinha,
Rezando para que não apareça ninguém
Para vê-la cansada e acabada e desanimada assim
2 comentários:
Bravo, Dayse. Irônico e perfeito.
Beijo.
Lindinho.
Recebi há pouco uma msg, e de tao embaralhada que estava, nao notei que as linhas finais rimam.
Ajeitei um pouquinho. Cá está:
Dust if you must...
Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
"A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent
CLEANING!
I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - "in case someone came over".
Then I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short. Enjoy it! Dust if you must.......
but wouldn't it be better
to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must –
you, yourself will make more dust!
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Share this with all the wonderful women in your life!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
beijocas,
Su
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