Saídos da queima ou duma entrega?

Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver,
gastos, como animais envelhecidos:
se alguém chama por nós não respondemos,
se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos,
como frutos de sombra sem sabor,
vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.

Eugénio de Andrade

He's our man.

The Genius

For you I will be a ghetto jew and dance and put white stockings on my twisted limbs and poison wells across the town
For you I will be an apostate jew and tell the Spanish priest of the blood vow in the Talmud and where the bones of the child are hid
For you I will be a banker jew and bring to ruin a proud old hunting king and end his line
For you I will be a Broadway jew and cry in theatres for my mother and sell bargain goods beneath the counter
For you I will be a doctor jew and search in all the garbage cans for foreskins to sew back again
For you I will be a Dachau jew and lie down in lime with twisted limbs and bloated pain no mind can understand

Poem

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door

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"I dread the time when your mouth begins to call me hunter."



Dois poemas e um excerto, por Leonard Cohen.