Da Fantasia

There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.

Não compreendo porque algumas pessoas rejeitam a Fantasia. Dizem-me que "não é real". Para mim é uma desculpa esfarrapada para a falta de imaginação, ou pior ainda, para a rejeição da imaginação. Toda a ficção é, afinal de contas, fantasia. O facto de uma história se passar em Lisboa, Paris, Faerie ou Mordor não a torna mais ou menos real. E conseguir projectar a imaginação para mundos impossíveis de criaturas impossíveis é uma aventura que sempre me fascinou.

Um dos meus primeiros contactos com a Fantasia, ainda na infância, foi uma canção. Creio que foi a primeira vez que percebi que a música também contava histórias. Os storytellers da música folk vieram mais tarde. Aqui fica a letra e o clip. Fraquinho, dado a época, sem nada a ver com a história, como muitos clips, mas engraçado mesmo assim.

[Luís R]


Genesis - A Trick of the Tail

Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk? More like a freak or publicity stunt.
OhNo.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.

And so we set out with the beast and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye thats all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home.



Post Scriptum 4ª edição desta rúbrica, Sala de Visitas. É tão bom receber criaturas aqui n'O Planeta!