a relatividade das pequenas
quarta-feira, maio 4
A sorrir eu pretendo...a vida
Amargo? Talvez. Os textos sao melhores amargos. Nem as comedias sao doces. Por outro lado, tome Cartola. Seu tom eh sempre amargo, com aquela percussao que distrai, joga a atencao para os instintos, quando descemos a ladeira cumplices de uma orgia temperada pela melancolia e pela troca de foco. Amargura eh quando a imaginacao relativiza.
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`..to Hamlet madness is a mere mask for the hiding of weakness. (...) He keeps playing with action, as an artist plays with theory. He makes himself the spy of his proper actions, and listening to his own words knows them to be but `words,words, words`. Instead of tring to be the hero of his own history, he seeks to be the spectator of his own tragedy.`
Wilde, de profundis
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Amargo? Talvez. Os textos sao melhores amargos. Nem as comedias sao doces. Por outro lado, tome Cartola. Seu tom eh sempre amargo, com aquela percussao que distrai, joga a atencao para os instintos, quando descemos a ladeira cumplices de uma orgia temperada pela melancolia e pela troca de foco. Amargura eh quando a imaginacao relativiza.
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`..to Hamlet madness is a mere mask for the hiding of weakness. (...) He keeps playing with action, as an artist plays with theory. He makes himself the spy of his proper actions, and listening to his own words knows them to be but `words,words, words`. Instead of tring to be the hero of his own history, he seeks to be the spectator of his own tragedy.`
Wilde, de profundis
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