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quinta-feira, novembro 23, 2006

requiem ; 12:00 da manhã

[this one doesn't need an introduction. i'll leave the ranting like a madwoman about the king's breakfast for some other day. the image is a link, by the way, if anyone's interested.]

Gritos, choros, lágrimas e safanões. Os pontapés nas costelas: dói mais e estão à mão. A cabeça está entre os braços e não é um bom alvo. Demasiado perigoso.

Afinal de contas, homicídio é crime.

Quieta, não te mexas, deixa-te estar. Se estiveres muito quieta, calada, talvez ele se cansa.

Talvez ele pare.

A menina bonita olha a cena com olhos calmos e sorriso trocista.

Os vizinhos param e ouvem e escutam e voltam à lida. Afinal cada qual sabe de si e em sua casa cada um é rei. E coscuvilhices e maldizeres não é com eles, que são gente séria.

Respira, devagar, não te mexas. A menina bonita segura o gato malhado entre os braços. Continua a cena, bolinha vermelha ao canto do ecrã imaginário. Continua mesmo depois de acabar.

Marcas na pele e marcas no espírito.

Calada, quieta, se não contares é menos real. Ninguém tem nada que saber. A culpa é dela. Foi ele quem disse e ela acredita.

A menina bonita abana a cabeça e põe o gato no chão. O gato salta para cima do sofá e enrola-se numa bola, como fazem os gatos.

Bom sono, bichano.

E se de noite alguém vier e cortar a garganta àquele senhor tão sério e honesto que mora no terceiro esquerdo, temos pena. De certeza que o gato não viu nada e a menina bonita olhou para o lado, sorriso ameno nos olhos de bruxa.

publicada por sancie # 12:00 da manhã 4 Comentários

terça-feira, novembro 21, 2006

The King's Breakfast ; 11:13 da tarde

[One more of Milne's shameless poems. I'll write a post about it when I feel like ranting like a madwoman... wait, that could be now... on a second though, I'm feeling too lazy just now.]

The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, "Certainly,
I'll go and tell the cow
Now
Before she goes to bed."

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told the Alderney:
"Don't forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread."

The Alderney said sleepily:
"You'd better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead."

The Dairymaid
Said "Fancy!"
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It's very
Thickly
Spread."

The Queen said
"Oh!"
And went to his Majesty:
"Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?"

The King said,
"Bother!"
And then he said,
"Oh, deary me!"
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!"

The Queen said,
"There, there!"
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
"There, there!
I didn't really
Mean it;
Here's milk for his porringer
And butter for his bread."

The queen took the butter
And brought it to
His Majesty.
The King said
"Butter, eh?"
And bounced out of bed.
"Nobody," he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down
The banisters,
"Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"

~A. A. Milne~

publicada por sancie # 11:13 da tarde 2 Comentários

quarta-feira, novembro 08, 2006

shut up ; 9:50 da tarde

[..."boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends."]

I miss you.

Truly.

Not just because it's the new thing, missing people.

(Have you heard, though? All the cool kids are doing it nowadays.)

I really, truly do miss you.

Does it surprise you? You always blamed me for us falling apart. We fought over that, a couple of times.

I know you are right, though I never told you so.

Nor will I ever.

But it just hit me today.

I miss you.

publicada por sancie # 9:50 da tarde 2 Comentários

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