Vasco e Cristina, 1972
What would the dead want from us
Watching from their cave?
Would they have us forever howling?
Would they have us rave
And disfigure ourselves, or be strangled
Like some ancient emperor's slave?
None of my dead friends were emperors
With such exorbitant tastes
And none of them were so vengeful
As to have their friends waste
Waste quite away in sorrow
Disfigured and defaced.
I think the dead would want us
To weep for what THEY have lost.
I think that our luck in continuing
Is what would affect them most.
But time would find them generous
And less self-engrossed.
And time would find them generous
As they used to be
And what else would they want from us
But an honoured place in our memory,
A favourite room, a hallowed chair,
Privilege and celebrity?
And so the dead might cease to grieve
And we might make amends
And there might be a pact between
Dead friends and living friends,
What our dead friends would want from us
Would be such living friends.
Vasco Luís Futscher Pereira (3 de Fevereiro de 1922 — 20 de Agosto de 1984)
O poema foi lido por Aline Tayar numa cerimónia organizada em memória de Cristina pelos seus colegas intérpretes do Parlamento Europeu, no dia 25 de Outubro de 2005, em Estrasburgo.