LEMBRANÇAS DE UM PASSADO...
Autor: Mariza C C. Cezar | Publicado: 2017-05-07T16:10:00-07:00



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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;LEMBRANÇAS
DE UM PASSADO

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era cinza naquela manhã cinza! 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Cinza o traje da dama ainda jovem, com
roupas&nbsp; &nbsp;de época condizente com a torre em cuja parede
se recostava no terraço do castelo cinza.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Pensativa e sonhadora a jovem dama tentava esquadrinhar
o horizonte a despeito da densa neblina que deixava o dia também cinza e pousado
em imenso campo branco recoberto de neve que caia insistentemente naquele frio
inverno russo.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;A dama á torre recostada, olhava fixa e
insistentemente esperançosa e também angustiada, como que à espera de alguém,
por certo do amado que seguira liderando o exercito armado para uma das muitas
guerras que tingiam a neve de vermelho nos campos de batalha e que congelavam
de pronto aos que por desgraça caíssem abatidos, dizimando assim as tropas
guerreiras.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A
nossa linda e elegante dama continuava dia após dia, a procurar além da
neblina, a figura do amado e nobre guerreiro que tanta falta lhe fazia!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tudo
branco e cinza! A terra, o ar, o&nbsp;
castelo, as tristes esperanças,e naquela paisagem triste os únicos
coloridos eram dos louros cabelos e os azuis dos olhos da nossa jovem que nem
se mexia, fixa que estava a deitar ao longe o olhar e as esperanças.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A
espera era longa e todos os dias voltava a seu posto e à sua esperança que
desafiava ao cinza reinante naquela paisagem triste.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Esse
o quadro que mantive na memória, essa a visão que me prendeu em uma aleatória
viagem no tempo!



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