Wednesday, February 24, 2016

brittle bones

hey Lucinda, 
you come out drinking with me tonight
the summer is almost gone and soon
the path that leads to your house 
will be a treacherous with the frost 
and I'll make it last in this cold, alone at night

'I could drink all this body could hold
but for the fear I might fall over 
and break these brittle bones
and these dirty little cigarettes we smoke
and the liquor it just throws a cloak over the feelings we should show'


'I only dance to remember
how dancing used to feel'


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Desde então a infância de Farida ficou órfã. Ela cresceu, acarinhada por si mesma, na infinita espera de sua mãe.

Mia Couto, Terra Sonâmbula

Thursday, February 11, 2016

"a little drop of poison in a red red blood"

she needs a way to turn around the bend
she said I wanna walk away and start all over again

there are things I've done I can't erase
I wanna look in the mirror and see another face
I said never but I'm doin' it again
I wanna walk away and start over again

no more rain no more roses
on my way
shake my thirst in a cool cool pond

Tom Waits [*]

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Quero pôr os tempos, em sua mansa ordem, conforme esperas e sofrências. Mas as lembranças desobedecem, entre a vontade de serem nada e o gosto de me roubarem do presente. Acendo a estória, me apago a mim. No fim destes escritos, serei de novo sombra sem voz.

Mia Couto, Terra Sonâmbula

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

[a nossa história tem a pele frágil de equívocos e coisas que quase foram.]