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Nariz de cera

21
Jun21

quaquaraquaquá

Cecília

he kept thinking of his wife, Betsy, and he wanted to howl. He understood only this: that he deserved all of it. He deserved the fact that right now he wore a pad in his underwear because of prostate surgery, he deserved it; he deserved his daughter not wanting to speak to him because for years he had not wanted to speak to her - she was gay; she was a gay woman, and this still made a small wave of uneasiness move through him. Betsy, though, did not deserve to be dead. He deserved to be dead, but Betsy did not deserve that status [...] 

When his wife was dying, she was the one who was furious. She said, "I hate you." And he said, " I don't blame you." She said, "Oh, stop it." But he had meant it - how could he blame her? He could not blame her. And the last thing she said to him was: "I hate you because I'm going to die and you're going to live."

As he glanced up a seagull, he thought, But I'm not living, Betsy. What a terrible joke it has been. 

 

Elizabeth Strout – Olive, Again (2019)
Penguin Random House UK (2019)

 

 

18
Jun21

¿Quién diría que en un día Mueren años?

Cecília

"Listen, Cassie," Jack said, "I just wanted to say I know I'm a shit. I know that. Just so you know. I know that I'm a shit.

[...] "What am I supposed to say?"

"Nothing," he answered agreeably. "Nothing to say to that. But I just wanted you to know I know."

 

Elizabeth Strout – Olive, Again (2019)
Penguin Random House UK (2019)

 

 

31
Mar21

busca(r)

Cecília

 

essa paixão árida que não canta 

mas vibra seca no papel incerta 

 

Quem detém os olhos? Quem vê o curso

do vento nas palavras?

E as flechas que por vezes se desfazem?

 [...]

 

Tudo o que o poema faz desfaz

 

Mas sustenta a ferida 

nas margens mais distantes 

da distância 

na insensata esperança

no abismo 

 

Tu beijas aqui a dança e o desastre 

 

 

António Ramos Rosa in  O INCERTO EXACTO  - Obra Poética I

Assírio & Alvim (2018)

 

 

19
Mar17

reverso da data

Cecília

(...) não devemos dar por sanado o que

Não tem remédio. E devemos dar por evidente

O que não se sabe?

 

 

Maria Gabriela Llansol - O Começo de Um Livro É Precioso
Assírio & Alvim (outubro 2003)

 

 

 

Tout le monde sait comment on fait les bébés
Mais personne sait comment on fait des papas

 

"Papaoutai"
Stromae

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