SEASON'S GREETINGS

 

Text by Alceu Natali, copyright protected by Law 9610/98

Where are you spending Christmas? On the mountains? In my immense longing for you? This distance unable to speak with our eyes, won't stop us from exchanging fake gifts. I did wish Jesus really existed and was born on this 25th of December, celebrating the resurrection of a Babylonian god. I couldn't grow up like him, and for much longer than his brief childhood, My wasted years are lost in the time he didn't have, and like him, my life can't escape the mythological cave. You know more than a little about this. In how many of my dreams have you been? In how many of my thoughts and promises? Only god knows that this may be the last time I intend to deceive myself. Only he decides when my luck ends, as he does with death. Only I can decide when I must reinvent myself before the scythe lady comes to take me for a ride underground. Where are you you spending New Year's Day? On the ocean plains? In my messianic expectations? I'll make vows of change, I'll pay for the new and the old, Take down my tree on the sixth day, Of the kings who lost their primacy at the Council of Nicaea, I wish I had been born in your place, And you wouldn't exist to be disappointed with me.