Mudei de idéia, Sofia. Não vou mais correr contra o tempo nem em adiar o juízo final. Outro dia você tornou a me perguntar, porque eu insisti que repetisse, o que era mais importante na vida. Confesso que quase me escapuliu um rebelde e péssimo título de livro; qualquer termo que fizesse menção ao imenso amor que lhe tenho. Preferi dizer-lhe que não responderia a um tipo de pergunta como essa. “Não agora pelo menos” – reiterei com surpreendente firmeza.
Agora digo, Sofia, como quem não quer dizer nada, quetalvezparamim, o que há de mais importante na vida sejam as idéias ou mesmo os ideais - Baudelaire diria à votre guise. Eu sempre preferi o masculino. Gosto daquela sua última idéia de ser pó de estrela mais que a da fábrica também. E é às idéias que eu mais dedico o escasso tempo que hoje me sobra.
Quando me toma a pergunta sobre o que deixarei para a posteridade, eu só consigo pensar em como torná-las – a pergunta e a posteridade – o meu próprio dia-a-dia. O meu dia-a-dia, Sofia...eu me pergunto como não interrompê-lo
como ser vela
e também leme
ser remo
e ser fermento
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I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.
"We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a w..."
"I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot."
Eu não quero levar nada pra posteridade
eu não quero ser lembrada por nada
não quero a patente de nehuma ideia
eu quero que todo meu pensamento seja do mundo
e pegue quem quiser
e leve quem quiser
e faça o que quiser
só jamais
enfie palavras na minha boca.
"há mais coisas entre o céu e a Terra do que julga nossa vã filosofia" (Ludwig van Beethoven)
rsrsrsrs
gostei de novo.
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