quinta-feira, 19 de setembro de 2024

deserto verde


Queria azul assim, de soltura. Como pensei que seria. Riscando lábios e seiva e saliva. Mas 
Sou seca como terra arrasada por eucalipto. Faço o meu amor morrer de sede.
Eu 
Adubo
Mas apesar de sua fragrância, seu tronco é fantasmagórico 
como os meus limites. Imponentes.
Me preenchem de neblina
Você disse, era de madeira branca o meu rosto. 
Será então que duro mais do que a carne? 
Pior
Sou então apenas marionete? 
Grito 
Sem
Som

terça-feira, 13 de agosto de 2024

generalization

(the art of observation...consists in this: the seeing of great things in little things, the whole in the part - even the infinitesimal part.)

terça-feira, 6 de agosto de 2024

just another fool for the earth to swallow

(The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? -that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,-'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand further away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, "I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!")

quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2024

studies, bitterness

"Well, sometimes I feel I don't want to know anything more about it than I know already."

"Why not?"

"Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember that your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousand's, and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousand's and thousand's."



sábado, 1 de junho de 2024

"e ce fut tout"

 (Um vazio, um vão entre uma juventude um pouco vil e uma velhice imbecilizada.)

quarta-feira, 17 de abril de 2024

your soul sleeps

(...You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you—and you may mark my words—you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current—as I am now.)

segunda-feira, 8 de abril de 2024

aidez-moi

Mais pourquoi j'ai plus de peine que les autres, alors que les autres n'ont aucun problèmes? D'ailleurs est-ce que tout ça, c'est pas d'leur faute, à ces égoïstes au bonheur obscène?

sábado, 10 de fevereiro de 2024

nada

E nas sobras do meu eu
a sombra se estica
tarde noite nada e o nada 
desliza dentro de mim
eu
quieta corruíra a dormir 
assim
sinto assim
tudo foge de mim

sábado, 13 de janeiro de 2024

"e eu?
como recolheria meus cacos se eles são invisíveis?"

sexta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2023

Como disse Charlotte Brönte, "o ódio seria um sentimento caloroso demais" agora sou fria fria fria