Eu me chamo Antônio

⁠são precisos pelo menos dois para que a solidão se instale. nisso, a solidão é como um filho.

Romanos, Novo Testamento, RM, 2:24

Romanos, RM, 2:24, Pois, como está escrito: ´O nome de Deus é blasfemado entre os gentios por causa de vocês.`

Uma vida morna e sem satisfação é a pior das prisões.

As pessoas nascem sempre sob o signo errado, e estar no mundo de forma digna significa corrigir dia a dia o próprio horóscopo.

Moro em minha própria casa, Nunca imitei ninguém E rio de todos os mestres Que nunca riram de si.

Ela provavelmente voltou para casa sem nos avisar.

⁠Sinto que ao longo de anos de resistência, trabalho árduo e perseverança, de reivindicar nossos direitos de permanecermos vivas, de sermos livres e de sermos nós mesmas, de travarmos as maiores guerras tanto quanto as menores, nossa vontade pode realmente mover montanhas.

Apocalipse, Novo Testamento, AP, 20:3

Apocalipse, AP, 20:3, Lançou-o no abismo, fechou-o e pôs selo sobre ele, para que não mais enganasse as nações até se completarem os mil anos. Depois disso, é necessário que ele seja solto por um pouco de tempo.

⁠Tudo bem estar com medo. Pra ser corajoso, temos que ter um pouco de medo.

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.