Ódio…

O carrasco assestou o machado sobre o condenado cujo crime era ter a consciência de que o sentido da vida e da morte reside no imenso paradoxo entre a paixão e a raiva, o amor e o rancor.
E o ódio, imenso, porque acorrentado a marcas do passado, instalou-se, marcou presença. Débil presença.
Porque no coração existe um lugar cativo para o amor imenso e “maior”.
E do outro lado do mundo vieram os gritos que aprisionaram o gesto, detiveram a dor.
E, aos poucos e poucos, os corações inflexíveis passaram a desejar sentir o calor dos sorrisos da felicidade plena.

The Word
Say the word and you'll be free
Say the word and be like me
Say the word I'm thinking of
Have you heard the word is love?
It's so fine, It's sunshine
It's the word, love
In the beginning I misunderstood
But now I've got it, the word is good

Spread the word and you'll be free
…
It's the word, love
Everywhere I go I hear it said
In the good and the bad books that I have read

Say the word and you'll be free
…
It's the word, love
Now that I know what I feel must be right
I'm here to show everybody the light

Give the word a chance to say
That the word is just the way
It's the word I'm thinking of
And the only word is love
It's so fine, It's sunshine
It's the word, love
Say the word, love

(Lennon/McCartney – “Revolver”)