Uma atenta antiga aluna do Rui (e sem dúvida, também amiga) disse-me que tinha uma foto de maior qualidade, do Rui de Brito para ficar aqui. Tocou-me. Não vou substituir nada. Antes decidi deixar mais um "post" e um fraterno agradecimento à Sónia por se ter empenhado no que aqui fica. Pela mão dela, só bondade. Fico tranquilo e satisfeito por ser a Sónia a encerrar este blog - prova definitiva de que o Rui tinha amigos. Não resisto a acrescentar o que segue. Simples e claro como a água. Penso que a Sónia compreenderá.
Obrigado, Sónia.
If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
"The Masai have reported
to the district commissioner at Ngong...
that many times at sunrise
and sunset...
they have seen lions
on Finch Hatton's grave.
A lion and a lioness
have gone there...
and stood or lain on the grave
for a long time.
After you went away,
the ground around the grave...
was leveled out
into a sort of terrace.
I suppose that the level place
makes a good site for the lions.
From there they have a view
over the plain...
and the cattle and game on it."
Denys will like that.
I must remember to tell him.
Obrigado Sónia, bem haja.
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