It's cold outside, but it tastes like summer

De tempo em tempo, a respiração profunda. Ainda aturdida diante da obra importante (ah, a covardia que nos afasta de todo trabalho difícil), empenha-se para elaborar os pespontos, reparar a avaria, refazer a sutura, levantar-se das ruínas. Muita cautela, não se esqueça...

You're in love with ideas, they say. And you know, you know... you can't deny it. Every heartbeat a Greek epic, every whispered word an invocation. What would life be outside this place?
You plunge in warm water, closed eyelids; the weather channel says it's cold, but in here it feels like summertime.

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We lay down, and the pain let up.
We embraced, and the pain let go:
No more scalding regrets,
no scorching remorse
that oppressed the soul,
that weighed like a stone on the heart.
You, on top of me, heavy, immense,
and I, feeling so light."

- Vera Pavlova, [We lay down and the pain let up] (in If There is Something to Desire, trans. Steven Seymour)

Das surpresas

Quando tudo lá fora se aquieta
- "como se não existisse mais nada" -
e me formigam as mãos, e me pesam as pálpebras.
Quando as vozes se calam.
Eu não sou mais os cálculos
e os ensaios e os planos.
Teus gritos súbitos me espantam:
eu sou só e tão somente as surpresas.

(sejam as nossas águas entremeadas por.)

The Moth

I couldn't know it would hurt so much.
You call me a queen,
but I'm just a moth,
in my pupal stage,
willing to wait those ten thousand years inside of my steel cocoon.

- Stop.
- Why?
- Don’t treat me as if I’ve not known love. I’ve known it in its most fabulous and painful forms, I’ve been in the eye of the storm as well as I’ve experienced the serenity. I have my very own ghosts. I’ve been fiercely envolved with the most powerful men, my soul has been intensely corrupted, yet my body, as you see, remains the same. So, please, just don’t.