Jeremias, Antigo Testamento

II Samuel, Antigo Testamento, 2SM, 3:31

II Samuel, 2SM, 3:31, Então Davi disse a Joabe e a todo o povo que estava com ele: - Rasguem as suas roupas, vistam-se de panos de saco e façam lamentação por Abner. E o próprio rei Davi ia seguindo o caixão.

Daniel, Antigo Testamento, DN, 8:9

Daniel, DN, 8:9, De um deles saiu um chifre pequeno, que se engrandeceu na direção do sul, do leste e da terra gloriosa.

II Crônicas, Antigo Testamento, 2CR, 34:28

II Crônicas, 2CR, 34:28, Deixarei que você morra e seja sepultado em paz, e os seus olhos não verão todo o mal que trarei sobre este lugar e sobre os seus moradores.`` Então eles levaram esta resposta ao rei.

II Samuel, Antigo Testamento, 2SM, 6:17

II Samuel, 2SM, 6:17, Levaram a arca do Senhor e a puseram no seu lugar, no meio da tenda que Davi tinha preparado para ela. Então Davi trouxe holocaustos e ofertas pacíficas diante do Senhor.

Liberdade, igualdade, fraternidade, eles dizem, mas a revolução deles não vai quebrar as correntes da nossa escravidão.

O amor é como a guerra: depois de declarado não há paz.

A internet vai ficar zangada com outra pessoa hoje.

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.

Nota: Trecho de entrevista publicada no site do jornal “O Globo”.

Eu não conheço a loucura sequer de longe, mas desde criança sempre tive a suspeita de que havia algo fundamentalmente torcido, algo muito extraordinário logo abaixo da pele das coisas.

A medida do amor é não ter medida.