Autor: carol

Sejamos como a primavera que renasce cada dia mais bela… Exatamente porque nunca são as mesmas flores.

What was life? No one knew. No one knew the actual point whence it sprarg, where it kinddled itself. Nothing in domain of life seemed uncausated, or insufficiently causated, from that point on; but life itself seemed without antecedent.

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

Me (até agora): “As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” (The Metamorphosis – Kafka)

Beijo pouco, falo menos ainda.

Mas invento palavras

Que traduzem a ternura mais funda

E a mais cotidiana.

Inventei, por exemplo, o verbo teadorar.

Intransitivo:

Teadoro, Teodora.

(Manuel Bandeira – Petrópolis , 1947)

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine or the clouds might lower, but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

“Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

“Never go in search of love, go in search of life, and life will find you the love you seek.”

“Dueña por primera vez de su destino, Ángela Vicario descubrió que el odio y amor son pasiones recíprocas.”

“If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strenght, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down on his shoulders – what would you tell him to do?”

“To shrug.”

Que se há de fazer com a verdade de que todo mundo é um pouco triste e um pouco só?

Não é no coração que palpita o universo? Como o verme que sou, não mereço o infinito?