JOHN, I AM AN URBAN PERSON. I HATE LANDSCAPES

This is my right; it is the right of every human being. I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice. The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity. I wish, for your sake, Leonard, I could be happy in this quietness.

JUSTIFICATIVA

I was born in chains but I was taken out of them. It was windy dried leaves crashed against the walls of the homeopathic hospital. I was alive. I was alive in the horror. The givers huddled over me like a football team. They started to give me things and then to take them away. Things that didn't fit they chucked back into the funnel of the void. The gifts were many and many were the warnings that went with them. We are giving you a great heart but if you drink wine you will begin to hate the world. The moon is your sister but if you take sleeping pills you will find yourself in the company of unhappy women. Every time you grab at love, you will lose a snowflake of your memory.

POR ISSO É QUE EU DECIDO ME ATRACAR AO AMOR. PRONTO. PARA ME OLVIDAR DAS 8376 COISAS QUE ME CARCOMEM O CORAÇÃO.

I long to hold some lady

For my love is far away,

And will not come tomorrow

And was not here today.

There is no flesh so perfect

As on my lady's bone,

And yet it seems so distant

When I am all alone:

As though she were a masterpiece

In some castled town,

That pilgrims come to visit

And priests to copy down.

Alas, I cannot travel

To a love I have so deep

Or sleep too close beside

A love I want to keep. But I long to hold some lady,

For flesh is warm and sweet.

Cold skeletons go marching

Each night beside my feet.

ONTEM ESTAVA RELENDO AQUELAS FRASES DESCONEXAS DA PRINCESA AZUL. E ME SUBIU UMA URGÊNCIA LOUCA. EU QUERIA SIMILARES. Mas aqui vai o meu berro me rasgando as profundas entranhas de onde brota o estertor ambicionado. Quero abarcar o mundo com o terremoto causado pelo grito. O clímax de minha vida será a morte. Quero escrever noções sem o uso abusivo da palavra. Só me resta ficar nua: nada tenho mais a perder. A VERDADE É QUE ESSES ARROUBOS A MIM NUNCA MAIS VIERAM. E, ESTIVESSE EU HÁ POUCOS 4, 3 ANOS, INSTALADA NOS VALES, NÃO ALMEJARIA MAIS NADA. Ó ESSA PAZ COMATOSA DE HOJE. QUE ME PERTURBA, JÁ.