Glee

Nota: Adaptação do poema "For Katrina's Sun-Dial".

Usa a capacidade que tens. A floresta ficaria mais silenciosa se só o melhor pássaro cantasse.

Winter is coming! (O Inverno está chegando!)

Para o ambicioso, o bom êxito desculpa a ilegitimidade dos meios..

A juventude é uma ideologia permanente, envelhecer faz parte do seu manifesto."

Você não quer estar vivo antes de morrer?

⁠Ouço, observo, acolho… mas filtro com sabedoria.  Guardo só o que edifica, só o que me aproxima do céu, só o que faz morada no coração de Deus. Porque meu manual não é este mundo… é a Palavra.

Não deixe se enganar mano, não vai cair maná do céu, nem pão nem peixe nem pastel, mais mande logo um cartão postal, quando chegar no nirvana.

Hoje foi tudo bem, só um pouco cansativo Dia duro no trabalho que acabou comigo Tô aqui com os pés pra cima pronto pra dormir A saudade de você é visita frequente Que nem a sua tia chata que irritava a gente Ah, saudade da gente

Nota: Autoria não confirmada

A felicidade é como a saúde: se não sentes a falta dela, significa que ela existe.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.