Amor Barato

"E como se não bastassem os fracassos e as dores da vida — nos feriremos com palavras."

A saudade me sapateou o peito dançou entre os meus cílios confundiu o pensamento apertou todo o meu torso e conversou comigo. Memórias do teu riso ecoou o quarto as tardes preguiçosas, domingos e feriados. Senti teu cheiro horas a fio.

Primal

“You ask what is the use of drawing the Impossible? Your asking proves that you do not feel the charm of this vision of youth—this dream of spring. I hold that the Impossible bears a much closer relation to fact than does most of what we call the real and the commonplace. The Impossible may not be naked truth; but I think that it is usually truth—masked and veiled, perhaps, but eternal. Now to me this Japanese dream is true—true, at least, as human love is. Considered even as a ghost it is true. Whoever pretends not to believe in ghosts of any sort, lies to his own heart. Every man is haunted by ghosts. And this color-print reminds me of a ghost whom we all know—though most of us (poets excepted) are unwilling to confess the acquaintance.”