Berenice Gomes

Se você encontrar um caminho sem obstáculos, ele provavelmente não leva a lugar nenhum.

“E o prêmio de melhor mentiroso vai para você, por me fazer acreditar que poderia ser fiel a mim.”

Você sabe que encontrou a felicidade quando vive um momento que não quer que acabe.

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.

A boca, onde o fogo de um verão muito antigo cintila. O que pode uma boca esperar senão outra boca?

Hebreus, Novo Testamento, HB, 2:9

Hebreus, HB, 2:9, Vemos, porém, aquele que, por um pouco, foi feito menor do que os anjos, Jesus, que, por causa do sofrimento da morte, foi coroado de glória e de honra, para que, pela graça de Deus, provasse a morte por todos.

Mateus, Novo Testamento, MT, 8:32

Mateus, MT, 8:32, Jesus disse: <J> - Pois vão.</J> E eles, saindo, entraram nos porcos; e eis que toda a manada se precipitou, despenhadeiro abaixo, para dentro do mar, e morreram nas águas.

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 8:7

Salmos, SL, 8:7, ovelhas e bois, todos, e também os animais do campo;

Sou talvez a visão que alguém sonhou Alguém que veio ao mundo prá me ver E que nunca na vida me encontrou

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 22:5

Jó, JÓ, 22:5, Não é fato que é grande a sua maldade, e incalculável a sua iniquidade?