domingo, 5 de março de 2017

Labirinto

Nunca haverá uma porta. Estás cá dentro
E a fortaleza abarca o universo
E não possui anverso nem reverso
Nem externo muro nem secreto centro.
Não esperes que o rigor do teu caminho 
Que obstinado se bifurca noutro, 
E obstinado se bifurca noutro,
Tenha fim. É de ferro o teu destino
Como o juiz. Não esperes a investida 
Do touro que é um homem, cuja estranha 
Forma plural dá horror à maranha
De interminável pedra entretecida.
Não existe evasão. Nada te espera.
Nem no negro crepúsculo a fera.

Jorge Luis Borges, Elogio da Sombra, Obras Completas, Vol. II, Teorema.

4 comentários:

  1. JANE:

    I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. lt was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.

    Wenders, Wim. (Director). (1984). Paris, Texas [Filme].

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  2. se o seu navio não tiver fantasma, candidato-me a alma penada.

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    1. Mas é uma ideia maravilhosa! Sempre quis ter uma alma penada a deambular pelo convés...

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