[esplanada, cerveja, anne sexton ou da p*** da ironia ou a woman like… ]

eu aqui e tu longe, eu aqui, sozinha no meio desta gente, sentada contigo no pensamento, ao mesmo tempo em que leio e, heroicamente, sublinho: 'there is rust in my mouth, the stain of an old kiss'. eu aqui, selvaticamente presa a desejos e imagens que não posso partilhar, eu aqui e tu longe... you keep me waiting for the promise that is mine*

her kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

Anne Sexton

*When the body speaks, Depeche Mode