Saudades de(o) deus que morreu

O vazio

 

As pessoas não correm para o vazio. Não, as pessoas pressentem esse vazio de Valores depois da morte de deus, adivinham a enorme cratera que a decomposição e desaparecimento do corpo de deus deixou. Então, quando colocadas perante as questões fundamentais do Sentido da Vida e da existência do Universo, umas agarram-se à ideia de deus com unhas e dentes, outras negam o vazio enfiando a cabeça na superficialidade do presente, outras ainda regridem, refugiando-se na infantilidade.

Dia de Finados: como vou viver sem ti, minha divindade?

 

Ohne Dich (Without You)


I will go into the firs,
there where I her last seen,
but the evening threw a cloth onto the country,
and on the ways term edge of forest,
and the forest rises so black and empty,
pain me oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more

Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth

On the branches in the ditches,
it is now quiet and without lives,
and breathing falls me oh so heavily,
pain me oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more

Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth, without you

and breathing falls me oh so heavily,
pain oh pain,
and the birds do not sing no more

Without you I cannot be,
without you,
with you am I also alone,
without you,
without you count ' I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
are not worth, without you

Without you!
Without you!
Without you!