Para terminar, pelo menos por agora, esta secção, escolhi dois poemas sobre George Best (1946-2005).
«Maradona good, Pelé better, George Best!» (dito irlandês)
Retrato de George Best, acrílico de Ian Moore
LEST WE FORGET
For George Best
Remember not the tragedy, the shadows of the memory,
The sadness and the sense of waste but the one you used to be.
The majesty and trickery, the entertaining joy,
The impish smile and twinkling eyes of Belfast’s golden boy
The stardom and the skill, the quick and dancing feet
Audacious with both left and right, inventive and complete
You touched our lives with magic and gave us all a dream
You, the one we tried to be when playing for our team
A genius on the pitch, you stood above the rest
Poetry in motion, George – you were the Best.
Paul Coockson
FAREWELL OUR FRIEND
Farewell our friend, but not goodbye,
Your time has come, your soul must fly.
To dance with angels, find the sun,
But how we'll miss our special one.
He walks among us just a while,
Weaved your magic, made us smile.
Your life was so full of light and tears,
We lived it through you, through the years.
The golden days, they went so fast,
The precious times, why can't they last?
So many loved you, did you know?
We were not ready to let you go.
The stars from Heaven are only lent,
A gift from God, that's why they're sent.
We won't forget our Belfast boy,
He filled our lives with so much joy.
Your star will shine now in the sky,
Farewell our friend, but not goodbye.
Julie McClelland
(Poema lido no funeral de George Best.)
«Maradona good, Pelé better, George Best!» (dito irlandês)
Retrato de George Best, acrílico de Ian Moore
LEST WE FORGET
For George Best
Remember not the tragedy, the shadows of the memory,
The sadness and the sense of waste but the one you used to be.
The majesty and trickery, the entertaining joy,
The impish smile and twinkling eyes of Belfast’s golden boy
The stardom and the skill, the quick and dancing feet
Audacious with both left and right, inventive and complete
You touched our lives with magic and gave us all a dream
You, the one we tried to be when playing for our team
A genius on the pitch, you stood above the rest
Poetry in motion, George – you were the Best.
Paul Coockson
FAREWELL OUR FRIEND
Farewell our friend, but not goodbye,
Your time has come, your soul must fly.
To dance with angels, find the sun,
But how we'll miss our special one.
He walks among us just a while,
Weaved your magic, made us smile.
Your life was so full of light and tears,
We lived it through you, through the years.
The golden days, they went so fast,
The precious times, why can't they last?
So many loved you, did you know?
We were not ready to let you go.
The stars from Heaven are only lent,
A gift from God, that's why they're sent.
We won't forget our Belfast boy,
He filled our lives with so much joy.
Your star will shine now in the sky,
Farewell our friend, but not goodbye.
Julie McClelland
(Poema lido no funeral de George Best.)
3 comentários:
Era um grande "borracho". :)
Mas depois queremos uma crónica personalizada sobre a final de 2010! :)
Holanda-Uruguai promete. Será que a última equipa não-europeia sobrevive à "laranja mecânica"?
Miss Tolstoi,
Eu vi o "borracho" a jogar, numa das raras vezes (três?) que fui ao futebol. Em Manchester, 1970. Um espectáculo, mesmo para quem não percebe nada de futebol.
Luís,
Eu a escrever sobre futebol devia ser de antologia. Nem sei se vou ver o Alemanha-Espanha.
Deste Mundial só vi os seis golos de Portugal na 2.ª parte do Portugal-Coreia do Norte.
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