O amor está no que lançamos

O amor está no que lançamos

(pontes, palavras).

O amor está em quanto erguemos

(risos, bandeiras).

E no que combatemos

(noite, vazio)

por verdadeiro amor.

O amor está em quanto levantamos

(torres, promessas).

Em quanto nós colhemos e semeamos

(filhos, futuro).

E nas ruínas de quanto derrubamos

(usurpação, mentira)

por verdadeiro amor.

| José Ángel Valente, "Antologia da Poesia Espanhola Contemporânea" |

And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that strange things happen all the time. And so it goes, and so it goes. And the book says, “We may be through with the past, but the past ain’t through with us.”

| Magnolia, 1999 |

The world had lost all sense of reality. Colors were unnatural, details crude. The background was papier-maiche, the stars made out of aluminum foil. You could see the glue and the heads of the nails holding it all together.

| Haruki Murakami, "Sputnik Sweetheart" |

Forget! How childish! I can feel you right down to my bones. Everything you don't say yells itself into my ears. You can nail your mouth shut, cut off your tongue, do you think that will keep you from existing? Do you think it will stop you from thinking?

| Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit |

the something rain

duas mãos cheias de anos depois