Morrison (poema)

Em memória do 75º aniversário do vulto que personificou o que é uma rockstar, mas sobretudo dum poeta americano, como aliás Jim Morrison queria ser lembrado, partilho este poema que lhe dediquei no idioma que ele amava: a língua inglesa.

Amidst an unannounced death, your face,

Your marvellous body, succumbed restless,

As if it were an angel in darkness

Yet to obtain the Heaven's grace.

Though, my hedonistic Shaman, neither Heaven

Nor material immortality you quested for,

Pure and limitless mortality you wanted more,

And so your sanctuary came at age twenty seven.

But as you departed, you also had cradle

My beautiful poetic Peace Frog -

A fire lightened in musical fable.

A life moonlight-driven in mysterious fog.

You cleansed the Doors of Perception.

Through word and melody you found

The key to a literary consecration

And the notes to a deathless sound.

You're the Lizard King

You can do anything,

This you said.

I'm a poetic being

And I write verses darkling,

By your voice being led.

To you, Jim Morrison, I write. Even though I know it will never reach your existence, it might merge with your words.

8 de Dezembro de 2018