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Estamos todos à espera de ser salvos. Aqui (ou mais abaixo) está uma boa metáfora para contrariar essa sensação que se tornou generalizada ao comum dos mortais. Incapazes de o fazermos por nós mesmos, acreditamos – por breve que seja a ilusão, é já suficiente – que um ser superior o fará por nós. Melhor: a superioridade emerge nada mais nada menos do que na forma de outro mortal, travestido de transcendentalidade. E mesmo os ateus caem na esparrela…

Mais valia fazer como o Morrissey: “Dear God, if I could, I would help you”. Sim, mas poderemos entretanto salvar-nos a nós próprios?

“When You Were Young

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now - here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
and see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentlemen
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know”

by The Killers