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23 de jul. de 2011

Amy Winehouse



A LOUCA

Quando ela passa: - a veste desgrenhada,
O cabelo revolto em desalinho,
No seu olhar feroz eu adivinho
O mistério da dor que a traz penada.

Moça, tão moça e já desventurada;
Da desdita ferida pelo espinho,
Vai morta em vida assim pelo caminho,
No sudário da mágoa sepultada.

Eu sei a sua história. - Em seu passado
Houve um drama d’amor misterioso
- O segredo d’um peito torturado -

E hoje, para guardar a mágoa oculta,
Canta, soluça - o coração saudoso,
Chora, gargalha, a desgraçada estulta.


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um dia muito triste pra mim que tive o privilégio de te ter na trilha sonora da minha vida.

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1 de jun. de 2011

Marilyn












Seis meses antes de morrer Marilyn Monroe se despiu para as lentes do fotógrafo Bert Stern (1ª foto) na suíte do badalado hotel Bel Air, em Los Angeles. Neste ensaio foram feitas nada menos que 2.751 fotos entre algumas garrafas de Dom Pérignon. Hoje Norma Jean faria 85 anos.

29 de mar. de 2011

A Writer's Ruminations - Vírginia Wolf



Virginia Woolf’s last letter to her husband, Leonard.

It reads:


Tuesday.

Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.

22 de jan. de 2011