quarta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2012

Era uma noite que não tem mais fim

Maria sumiu sem aviso, e eis o que a vida fez de João:
Se casou com qualquer amor e viveu infeliz, para sempre ou até que..




Um dia ele chegou diferente, e o dia amanheceu em paz.

domingo, 26 de fevereiro de 2012

Fragment


'Where are you guys from?', asks the troubled nihilist instant reporter to the ordinarily ugly and sated with life couple.
The reply of the short man with his mustache a la d'Artagnan comes in two bits: an immediate, immobilized stare of which the immobility is imposed by his superego in order to avoid the natural and spontaneous reaction of jumping in the interviewer's neck and chocking him to death, and the following words:
-I'm American.
-Oh, says the disappointed interlocutor. 'It'd so much richer if he'd acknowledge his roots. Although that could suggest he's less apt for so-called 
success around here'; that he thinks, and for random reasons here's what he says: "And do you enjoy it?"