(morrissey)
♥
femininamente
as vezes o que eu vejo quase ninguém vê.
Who's that girl?
something change when she glances...
femininamente
sobre o que se esconde.
Tremulo no espaço que piso, caio, sobrevoo.
Redescubro medos.
A maldade me assombra.
A realidade que se destrói.
O vento me assusta
(Ele bate as portas de todos os ambientes onde eu poderia penetrar).
Essa verdade triste é o que tento, acima de tudo, fazer sorrir.
Carol, Carolis.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
She felt so lonely her gums ached for company. She took to coffee shops in order to be around people. Alone, her heart was an empty coloring-book, but the presence of people filled it with rainbow-scribble laughter. At the coffee shop they sat separated by as much space as they could manage, unless all the seats were taken and there was no other option but close proximity. Sitting there she always hoped for a divine spark to descend from heaven and ignite a passionate conversation between these strangers sitting elbow to elbow with eyes deliberately averted. The spark never came, but occasionally someone would smile at her silently. He heart would quicken in anticipation until the sense of opportunity dissipated and she felt as alone as ever. Was she the only one who felt this way? Where their walls eredcted to keep people like her away? Or were they waiting, as she was, just beyond their averted eyes?
O Paradoxo do Entendimento
Mas de vez em quando vinha a inquietação insuportável: queria entender o bastante para pelo menos ter mais consciência daquilo que ela não entendia. Embora no fundo não quisesse compreender. Sabia que aquilo era impossível e todas as vezes que pensara que se compreendera era por ter compreendido errado. Compreender era sempre um erro - preferia a largueza tão ampla e livre e sem erros que era não-entender. Era ruim, mas pelo menos se sabia que se estava em plena condição humana.
Clarice Lispector, in ‘Uma Aprendizagem ou o Livro dos Prazeres
