"Só não muda de idéias quem não as têm"

E como é que se escreve sobre aquilo que ainda não sabemos o que é, que nos faz sentir medo e prazer, que parece trazer em si certezas atemporais e dúvidas aterradoras? Que dá frio na barriga e calor no coração? Que toca sentimentos totalmente novos, e outros totalmente primitivos? Que é ao mesmo tempo nobre e bárbaro?

Que a poesia fale por mim...

Through the dark - KT Tunstall

As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail

Oh, how do I show
All the love inside my heart?
For this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark

I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope says

Oh, what is in store for me now?
It's coming apart
I know that its true
Cos I'm feeling my way through the dark

Trying to find a light on somewhere
Trying to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling
in love with the dark over here

Oh, what do I know, I don't care
Where I start
For my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark