You'll always be remembered...still can't believe it...

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Withman

O filme estreou em 1989. Eu provavelmente só o vi,  já em cassete VHS, quando o alugámos no clube de vídeo para ver em casa, talvez uns dois anos depois. Devia ter uns 12 anos. 

E passou a ser um dos filmes da minha vida. Inspirador. Emocionante. Life changing. 
Houve outros. Verdade. Como o Bom rebelde, que gostei muito, o Despertares ou o Bom dia, Vietnam!. Mas este é especial e ficou guardado em mim, como aquelas raras coisas que tocam o nosso coração adolescente.

Hoje é um dia triste.

Robin Williams * 1951 - 2014