sábado, 22 de maio de 2010

andei 11 dias para ter os tomates para escrever isto aqui,

mas tenho umas putas de umas saudades tuas. Fez dia 11 de Maio um ano e parece que foi ainda ontem. E desde então, mais nada. Foram-se os sonhos, as esperanças e tudo o resto é vago.

Volta. Tenho demasiadas saudades tuas.

2 instantâneas:

Anónimo disse...

"Again he is alone and again there is silence for him. . . . The misery which has been for a brief space eased comes back again and tears his heart more cruelly than ever. With a look of anxiety and suffering Iona's eyes stray restlessly among the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street: can he not find among those thousands someone who will listen to him? But the crowds flit by heedless of him and his misery. . . . His misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If Iona's heart were to burst and his misery to flow out, it would flood the whole world, it seems, but yet it is not seen. It has found a hiding-place in such an insignificant shell that one would not have found it with a candle by daylight. . . . "

Misery - Anton Chekhov

Polaroids and Cigarettes. disse...

Caro Anónimo,

Não sei quem é, mas acabei de descobrir que tem um óptimo gosto literário. Chekhov é brilhante! E a passagem faz jus ao post.

Um abraço.

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