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Gastei todo o meu drama num tango argentino. (Mentira, guardei um pouco para o Tumblr.)
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“ All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. ”
Mis certezas desayunan dudas. Y hay días en que me siento extranjero en Montevideo y en cualquier otra parte. En esos días, días sin sol, noches sin luna, ningún lugar es mi lugar y no consigo reconocerme en nada, ni en nadie. Las palabras no se parecen a lo que nombran y ni siquiera se parecen a su propio sonido. Entonces no estoy donde estoy. Dejo mi cuerpo y me voy, lejos, a ninguna parte, y no quiero estar con nadie, ni siquiera conmigo, y no tengo, ni quiero tener, nombre ninguno: entonces pierdo las ganas de llamarme o ser llamado.
(in. El libro de los abrazos, Eduardo Galeano)
“ — Ela queria outra coisa.
— Que coisa?
— Nem ela sabia.
Repetia isso o dia inteiro: “Quero outra coisa, eu quero encontrar outra coisa”. ”
— Que coisa?
— Nem ela sabia.
Repetia isso o dia inteiro: “Quero outra coisa, eu quero encontrar outra coisa”. ”
- Caio F.
“ I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely way; I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not spoken kind; I’ve often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper. And I suppose, in a sense, that’s what I do, for I’ve hundreds of the other sort, the friends contained within bindings, pages after glorious pages of ink, stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their joy, that take me by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great terror and rapturous delight. Exciting, worthy, reliable companions—full of wise counsel, some of them—but sadly ill-equipped to offer the use of a spare bedroom for a month or two. ”
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