Em 17 de Maio de 2011, fez seis anos esta semana, a troika entrou por cá dentro com um cheque e uma receita amarga. Três duros anos depois, em 17 de Maio de 2014, ela foi-se embora. Desde então, pelo menos para já, tem havido juízo: o défice está controlado e não têm sido repetidas as loucuras que nos levaram ao buraco. Portugal agora é só coisas boas: — ele é a canonização dos pastorinhos após milagre devidamente esmiuçado pela vaticanista Aura Miguel; — ele é a vitória de Salvador Sobral na piroseira eurovisiva após milagre devidamente presenciado em Kiev por João Carlos Malato; — ele é o tetra encarnado após milagres de arbitragem devidamente denunciados por Bruno de Carvalho; — ele é um forte crescimento da economia após milagre turisteiro devidamente calculado pelo INE. Se continuarmos a crescer a este ritmo, ainda atingimos esta década o nível de riqueza que tínhamos em... 2008. Os maus sentimentos estão fora de moda. Nas redes sociais, onde abundavam gatinhos e ódios, agora em vez de gatinhos há publicações cutchi-cutchi sobre os manos Sobral, em vez de ódios, a saia bem travada da dra. Assunção Cristas. O país efectua afectos a um ritmo nunca visto. Não há zangas. Acontece um arrufo aqui ou ali, como nas autárquicas do Porto, nada de especial, nada que não caiba numa selfie de Marcelo com o pessoal, todo pancadinhas nas costas, a mostrar o marfim. Portugal agora é só coisas boas: Monica Belucci e Michael Fassbender compraram casa em Lisboa. Uma casa cada um.
Ela, na sua sala com vista para o Tejo, vê ininterruptamente o filme “Vergonha”. Ele, na sua sala com vista para o Tejo, vê ininterruptamente “Irreversível”.
Ainda os vamos ver aos dois dirigidos pelo maior cineasta português vivo: João Pedro Rodrigues. Só nos falta agora um Óscar e que Fernando Santos, depois do europeu, nos dê o mundial.
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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time.
Eu gosto da tua cara contra o fundo circunstancial, ocupas o espaço por onde a rua se intromete, as tuas pernas magras no passeio como as de um fantoche que só mexe os braços. Ao canto uma árvore fazia sombra pequena na desconversa. Estavas mais ou menos a dizer: nenhum futuro neste sofrimento. O teu melhor ângulo.