quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009

HUMAN BEHAVIOR

Postei aqui uns fragmentos deste pequeno texto que ainda não tem um fim. Hoje posto mais um pedaço... Até.

Ensejo de um ensaio


He was thinking, almost drowning in his thoughts. She looked at him...
"It's not like that, honey. It's always your place because I don't have a place to call of mine". Then she just walked away and he was sure: there was no love, it was just sex.

But you know what? What's been said is sa(i)d. And you shouldn't have worry about doing huge things to put this bunch of shit behind all the crap you've said. You should not worry, really, dear. I'm in a better place now. I mean, I'm not, but, you just don't need to say things to make me better or something. I believe in the power of the words, just like once Coixet wrote said made so clear. I'm watching you from here, I can watch your walls, watch your falls, wacth you, even you not being that closer. E assim a carta, pequena, tinha um fim.

E ele ligou uma vez. Duas vezes. Três vezes. Nada ouvia além do rock triste rolando ao fundo do seu apartamento, agora mais vazio do que jamais estivera. PJ Harvey dizia
and I draw a line
to your heart today
to your heart from mine
one line to keep us safe. e ele se felicitava pensava se afogava... se afogava em seus pensamentos. E pensava Será que foi mesmo só sexo?, e logo respondia com a cabeça, enganando os sentimentos que tinha. E desde que haviam se conhecido ele tinha este ensejo.esta vontade. Ele tinha a necessidade da confirmação, do que era isso tudo.

E longe dali acontecia aquilo. E gritava, gritava, gritava: there's nothing to do with my fucking stranger reality. Fuck him, fuck her, fuck you. fuck you.

To be continued.

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