And she turned to me and took me by the hand
And said I’ve lost control again
And how I’ll never know just why or understand
She said I’ve lost control again
And she screamed out, kicking on her side
And said I’ve lost control again
And seized up on the floor, I thought she’d die
She said I’ve lost control
She’s lost control again
She’s lost control
She’s lost control again
She’s lost control
Bryan Devendorf
“He had no idea if the stone was listening, to the music or to him, but he forged ahead anyway. “Like I was saying this morning, I’ve done some awful things in my life. I was pretty self-centered. And it’s too late to erase it all now, you know? But when I listen to this music it’s like Beethoven’s right here talking to me, telling me something like, It’s okay, Hoshino, don’t worry about it. That’s life. I’ve done some pretty awful things in my life too. Not much you can do about it. Things happen. You just got to hang in there. Beethoven being the guy he was, he’s not about to say anything like that. But I’m still picking up that vibe from his music, like that’s what it’s saying to me. Can you feel it?”
The stone was mute.”
— 海辺のカフカ (Umibe no Kafuka, 2002) por Haruki Murakami, tradução ao inglês (Kafka On The Shore, 2005) por Philip Gabriel.
literatura, leve aliteração:
o lápis lavra, livre, as paralelas lacunas
tais quais, das lavouras, as colunas
tais quais, do linho, as linhas
mas as traças tramam
trecho por trecho destroçar
até, do trovador, o triste retrato
na contra-capa de seu trabalho
evaporam as voláteis palavras,
uma vez vozes, vão-se velozes,
vê-las você, ou vê-te o vazio abaixo?
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terra2009
e padeço, aperto no peito
parece aparte ao tempo
um passo à parte imperfeito
ímpar passado em que acampo
pelo qual passeio e padeço
