Passaram no último dia 3 de Julho 35 anos da morte de James Morrison, carismático vocalista da banda the doors, poeta. Encontrado morto na banheira da sua casa de Paris entrou directamente no palácio dos mitos.

Eu que já nasci 10 anos depois da sua morte, recordo-o pela sua voz, presença teatral em palco, e também pela sua poesia. Vale a pena conhece-la, aqui fica uma amostra.

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.

WAKE UP!

You can't remember where it was

Has this dream stopped?

AWAKE

Shake dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

The day's divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the woolly cotton brains on infancy.

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones

The time has come again.

Choose now, they croon,

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake.

Enter again the sweet forest,

Enter the hot dream,

Come with us,

Everything is broken up and dances