O Cálice, seguro

"Her image accompanied me even in places the most hostile to romance. On Saturday evenings when my aunt went marketing I had to go to carry some of the parcels. We walked through the flaring streets, jostled by drunken men and bargaining women, amid the curses of labourers, the shrill litanies of shop-boys who stood on guard by the barrels of pigs' cheeks, the nasal chanting of street-singers, who sang a come-all-you about O'Donovan Rossa, or a ballad about the troubles in our native land. These noises converged in a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires." (Araby, in Dubliners by James Joyce)

Da série "os idiotas que nos governam" (II)

Vida

"—Maximilien, dit le comte, les amis que nous avons perdus ne reposent pas dans la terre, ils sont ensevelis dans notre cœur, et c'est Dieu qui l'a voulu ainsi pour que nous en fussions toujours accompagnés. Moi, j'ai deux amis qui m'accompagnent toujours ainsi: l'un est celui qui m'a donné la vie, l'autre est celui qui m'a donné l'intelligence. Leur esprit à tous deux vit en moi. Je les consulte dans le doute, et si j'ai fait quelque bien, c'est à leurs conseils que je le dois." (Le Comte de Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas)

O melhor que vi da imprensa na semana

• The Brain on Love - The New York Times
• Cenas de ilicitude explícita (entrevista com Leonardo Avritzer) - Estadão
• Rational Irrationality - The New Yorker
• An iPopping phenomenon - The Economist
• Roda Viva com Alberto Dines - TV Cultura

Cercado de Flores

Entre flores amarillas y rojas
brincan los pájaros,
un sol purpúreo
trajina cantos celestiales.

Cerco alegre, jardín de flores,
cuando le pedirás a Dios
que deje caer la lluvia.

Tengo árboles de cachimbo y chicozapote
en el jardín de mi casa,
donde llegan los niños ratones
a comer frutas que corresponden a mi familia

Cerco alegre, jardín de frescor sublime,
consígame una hamaca
para recostar mi sueño.

La risa te ganara si vieras al sol
atorado del pescuezo en el cacalosúchitl
El colibrí y la flor conversan
mientras las mariposas se la pasan espiando,

Cerco alegre, jardín de flores,
cuándo le pedirás a Dios
que deje caer la lluvia


(poema náhuatl, autor desconhecido)

Arte do estado de Oaxaca, México (autor desconhecido)

Berlin, in oder out

"Berlim é o lugar onde nunca se pode saber se alguém está totalmente in ou totalmente out"

Mineiro dorme no chão pra não cair da cama

O segredo do mineiro desconfiado desvendado por João Guimarães Rosa:

"Sua desconfiança e cautela — de vez que de Por­tugal vinham par ali chusmas de policiais, agentes secretos, burocratas, tributeiros, tropas e escoltas, beleguias, fiscais e espiões, para esmerilhar, devassar, arrecadar, intrigar, punir, taxar, achar sonegações, desleixos, contrabandos ou extravios do ouro e os diamantes, e que intimavam sombriamente o poder do Estado, o permanente perigo, àquela gente vigiadíssima, que cedo teve de aprender a esconder-se."

Publicado em "O Cruzeiro", 25 de agosto de 1957.