Everything I have to look forward to has a pretty painful and very imposing before.

Voz de mulherzinha, volume II.
E aí vem aquele teletubbie vermelhinho - tal qual o sapato que ganhei de aniversário - e diz: De novo! De novo!
Urro.
Lavo o útero com os dedos: rasgo fora as paredes sujas (e pra quem nunca teve papel de parede em casa isso é um acontecimento e tanto). Do estômago não expulso seu ninguém! Tomo da paz dos olhos, tomo de meu leite de magnésia.
Pois todo o bálsamo será duro e áspero e a faca maior da salvação. Todo bálsamo será sonho morto, crosta ilusória, luz plena em sedução descosturada. Vide a lâmpada. Todo bálsamo será a vida que o ontem me nega, o hoje rememora, e o amanhã finge nunca ter sido. Será vaidade e anestesia: paisagem com fins de contemplação; nunca a transcendência. Sempre a impossibilidade dos signos e a super-possibilidade (impalpável) do amor: ou tudo-fala-faca-destrutível ou nada-silêncio-mar-adentro-imponderável.
Obrigada. Pelo menos daí da Santa Cecília, passando pela porta do cemitério trancado e pelo café paternal com queijo, eu soube voltar direitinho ao marco zero: borda do campo. O último vagão veste bem meu quadril largo. Obrigada.



O começo sempre fez sentido; nada mais justo que mais dela fizesse.

I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once
More than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love
I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well
It is my fault, you see
You never learned that much from me
Oh, you silly stupid past-time of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to the last time
The sign said: "stop!"
But we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
It said: "stop!"
But we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once
More than once
So as not to see you see me react
Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back
I bet your fortress face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see
Oh, you silly stupid past-time of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to all the lasts times
All the signs said: "stop!"
But we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started
It said: "stop!"
But we went on whole-hearted
It ended bad, but I love what we started

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