Todas as cartas de amor são Ridículas
Todas as cartas de amor são
Ridículas.
Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem
Ridículas.
Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,
Como as outras,
Ridículas.
As cartas de amor, se há amor,
Têm de ser
Ridículas.
Mas, afinal,
Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram
Cartas de amor
É que são
Ridículas.
Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia
Sem dar por isso
Cartas de amor
Ridículas.
A verdade é que hoje
As minhas memórias
Dessas cartas de amor
É que são
Ridículas.
(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,
Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,
São naturalmente
Ridículas.)
Álvaro de Campos
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Goodbye, Hello!
Two Thousand and Ten was a bittersweet year. If the next one is only a fraction of what this one was, we are in for a ride.
In the end this song by my friends from The Frames says everything I felt throughout this singular twelve month cycle.
Pavement Tune
The Frames
“This situation’s killing me
It’s got me right under the thumb
I don’t know where I want to be
This doesn’t make no sense at all
You’re quoting every single line
I spoke too much but I was old before my time, you told me
I want my life to make more sense
I want my life to make amends
I want my life to make more sense to me
This road is crooked cracked and wrong
They got the odds staked nice and high
I don’t know how they get along
Me, I just internalize
You can imagine what they’d say
Given the choice if I could fight or walk away, I’m walking
You see I want my life to make more sense
I want my life to make amends
I want my life to make more sense to me
I want my life to make more sense
I want my life to make more sense to me
So let me take you by the hand
And lead you through this troubled mind
You said yourself we had a plan
To get us all back to the line
We talk anout it everyday
But we keep forgetting what it was we Came to say
Now don’t we
I want my life to make more sense
I want my life to make amends
I want my life to make more sense to me
My life to make amends”
See all of you on the other side.
Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit,
M.M.Izidoro




