Fernando Gabeira

Daniel, Antigo Testamento, DN, 3:27

Daniel, DN, 3:27, Os sátrapas, os prefeitos, os governadores e conselheiros do rei chegaram perto deles e viram que o fogo não teve poder algum sobre o corpo desses homens. Os cabelos da cabeça não foram chamuscados, os mantos não sofreram mudança, e eles não estavam com cheiro de fumaça.

⁠Assassinato em massa é um efeito colateral do progresso tecnológico. Desde o machado de pedra, os humanos têm usado suas ferramentas para trucidar uns aos outros.

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.

⁠Não sei como é quando a gente está pra morrer, mas não quero me arrepender do meu jeito de viver.

Se eu lembrasse de deixar a vida por aborrecimento ou capricho, seria você acusado de me haver propinado o veneno?

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 22:18

Jó, JÓ, 22:18, Contudo, foi Deus quem encheu de bens as casas deles. Longe de mim o conselho dos ímpios!

João, Novo Testamento, JO, 4:19

João, JO, 4:19, A mulher então lhe disse: - Agora eu sei que o senhor é um profeta!

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 135:5

Salmos, SL, 135:5, De fato, eu sei que o Senhor é grande e que o nosso Deus está acima de todos os deuses.

Você sabe o quanto machuca te ver ir embora?

⁠Nosso único beijo foi como um acidente - um lindo arco-íris de gasolina.