de Álvaro de Campos
Começo a conhecer-me. Não existo.
Sou o intervalo entre o que desejo ser e os outros me fizeram,
ou metade desse intervalo, porque também há vida…
Sou isso, enfim…
Apague a luz, feche a porta e deixe de ter barulhos de chinelos no corredor.
Fique eu no quarto só com o grande sossego de mim mesmo.
É um universo barato.
Levis Carrol é mundialmente conhecido pelos seus livros sobre Alice, mas na realidade ele era um lógico de Oxford. As dez frases seguintes são-lhes atribuídas e você é convidado a deduzir a única conclusão a que elas conduzem:
I. Os únicos animais que existem nesta casa são gatos.
II. Todo animal que é de estimação, gosta de contemplar a lua.
III. Quando detesto um animal, evito-o.
IV. Nenhum animal é carnívoro, a não ser que vagueiem durante a noite.
V. Nenhum gato deixa de matar ratos.
VI. Nenhum animal falou comigo, exceto quando estão nesta casa.
VII. Os cangurus são animais de estimação.
VIII. Apenas animais carnívoros matam ratos.
IX. Eu detesto animais que não falem.
X. Os animais que vagueiam durante a noite gostam sempre de contemplar a lua.
The night came bursting through the hours…
my floating mind was unexpectedly caught off guard while I thought of you, picturing you right there next to me, I couldn’t bring myself to stop hoping my love for you would die and yet, I still think of you…It’s no longer love or desire…it’s pure pain… I pity myself because of you…I live through you, no longer knowing how I can live just by myself.. You feature in my dreams…even when I can shut you out of my thoughts during the day…you’re a constant. One I don’t have control of. Never did, never will. You are the one that as control over me, a spell named obsession, a torturing conscience that allows me to recognize this is not love. This is sick. May be sick is the new love: “Falling in sick”.
I hate you…so very much.. I hate you as much as I love you. May be even more.. And I miss you painfully. It hurts more than words can ever say. I feel it will always hurt. You make it hurt. It is your fault. I blame you, I really do. Why do you have do be so lovable? Why do you have to make me miss you? Why did you make me fall in love with you? I blame you. I hate you for that. I love you because of that and I hate you for that.
And even as I write this along, I can’t stop imagining how fabulous it would be if you were still here, by my side. And everything would be in the right place. You…here. But.. who am I kidding? Yes I do love you, I believe so… despite not being able to resume what I feel in a simple word like love without being hesitant.. What’s the rush in defining what it is that we are feeling? If someone likes one another, there is no rush. There shouldn’t be any rush at all. There shouldn’t be any worries, nor the stupid preoccupation in expressing yourself by a simple and banal word as “love” is.. Nevertheless, that is not the question. What’s important is that we liked each other…until life got in the way. And now, I feel like I’m drifting apart from this fucking world. Everything seems so pointless and hallow.
I wanna run away. I just want to run away. I know it’s the cowardless thing to do, but hey…who said that wasn’t a coward? Not me, I’m sure. Either way, life is what you make of it. And I don’t plan to live mine knowing that I’ve wasted another minute with you in my mind. Erase. “That’s why pencils have rubbers, right?”. So…here is my goodbye. My “see you later” to you…
j t kff
Cmo é k se põe um elefante a secar?
…xateia-lo, xateia-lo, xateia-lo…ele vai aos arames e é só pôr as molas…
K nome se dá a um boomerang k na volta?
…pau…
Vão 2 grãos de areia no deserto. Vira-se um pó outro:
…acho k tamos a ser seguidos…
O k diz uma banana suicida?
…macacos me mordam…
Cmo é kum elefante atravessa o rio?
…saltando suavemente de nenúfar em nenúfar…
Vira-se um tomate para outro:
…tomatas-me…
Vão dois supermercados a voar. Vira-se um pó outro:
…olha, na devíamos tar lá em baixo pás pessoas poderem entrar em nós e comprar coisas?
…eu não.. eu sou o Supermercado..!
Estão 2 germes na cama. Vira-se um pó outro:
…tu germes muito?...
K nome se dá a uma minhoca com sono?
…dorminhoca…
Kual é o cúmulo do vegetarianismo?
…ir com a namorada para trás da moita e comer a moita…
Estão 2 balões no deserto. Vira-se um pó outro:
…cuidado cos cactosssssssssssss…
Joãozinho, depois de ter passado a noite vigiando a irmã que namorava no sofá da sala, conta para a mãe tudo o que viu:
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness...
"No bravery" by James Blunt
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