Particularidades

Li um poema que me fez pensar. Agora não me consigo lembrar do porquê de tanta reflexão; nem do poema me consigo lembrar!
Para além disso,pus-me a inventar, e acabou por não sair nada de especial. Na realidade, ficou mesmo mau!
Comecei a cantar, mas não acertava no tom. Maldição!
Dancei, mas os pés não saiam do chão, o corpo não fluía, a mente não flutuava. Porquê?
Tentei pintar, mas nenhuma figura aparecia na tela branca, apenas formas se sentido.

Hum, deixa estar. Não o consigo fazer, mas não digo que o sei. Outras qualidades tenho com que tu nem consegues sonhar ter.



"And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!"