Não ponderou sequer deixá-lo ali, protegeu-o entre os seus dedos fortes e seguiu.
O Amor começou a dar sinais de inquietude,
sentia-o a mover-se na sua mão fechada. Abriu-a e o Amor cresceu, tinha agora
que o transportar ao colo, melhor assim, mais perto do coração, aonde deve
estar.
O Amor acompanhava-o, estava lá quando
adormecia e quando acordava, sentia-o aconchegante nas noites de frio.
E mais espaço o Amor conquistou, hoje
transporta-o às costas. “Estás a ficar corcunda”, dizem-lhe. Mas ele não se
importa, tem um diamante em bruto, meio tosco sim, mas com um brilho
intrigante, reflecte uma luz que não sabe de onde vem…
Continua ali, como quando o segurou pela
primeira vez nas suas mãos, parecia frágil… Cresceu…
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One day, by chance, he found Love. At
first, he didn’t quite realise what he was holding in the palm of it’s hand, it
was like a diamond in the rough, a bit rugged, but with an intriguing glow, it
reflected a light he didn’t know were it came from.
He didn’t
even consider leaving it there, protected it between his strong fingers and he
went on.
Love started
getting restless; he would feel it moving within its closed hand. He opened it
and Love grew, now he needed to carry it on it’s lap, better that way, closer
to the heart, where it must be.
Love accompanied
him, was there when he felled asleep and when he waked up, he would feel it in
cold nights, cosy.
And more
room Love conquered, today he carries it on it’s back. “You’re getting a
hunchback”, they tell him. But he doesn’t mind, he has a diamond in the rough,
a bit rugged, yes, but with an intriguing glow, it reflected a light he doesn’t
know it comes from…
It’s
still there, like when he hold it for the first time in his hands, looked frail…
Has grown up…
