Números, Antigo Testamento

"Se você está construindo uma casa e um prego quebra, você deixa de construir, ou você muda o prego?"

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.

Levítico, Antigo Testamento, LV, 17:6

Levítico, LV, 17:6, O sacerdote aspergirá o sangue sobre o altar do Senhor, à porta da tenda do encontro, e queimará a gordura de aroma agradável ao Senhor.

A maldade do palavrão está na cabeça das pessoas. (Zeiva citou na RPCTv de Curitiba)

De certa forma, gosto do fato de ele ser um livro fechado. Não dá para desgostar de um livro que ainda não foi lido.

O dinheiro traz pessoas, não amigos.

⁠Somente a morte derrota um verdadeiro guerreiro. (Yujiro Hanma)

Existem lugares neste mundo que servem de entrada para outros. De lá, eles nos vigiam, pacientes, esperando a oportunidade de caminhar entre nós.

Gênesis, Antigo Testamento, GN, 23:14

Gênesis, GN, 23:14, Efrom respondeu:

Nota: Trecho da música A usurpadora.

Me ver sofrer não te satisfaz Tudo bem que eu não sei de nada Da sua vida eu não cuido mais