(Re)aprender a voar

Voar... é o que faço quando os horizontes se abrem com o sonho, é o que aprendo contigo depois de tanto tempo preso ao solo, olho agora o céu, crio asas e mergulho no azul sem fim. Não que o chão seja mau. Mas a liberdade do ar livre, perfumado e sonhador é bem melhor...

"Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I"

Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly