Psiconfusa

Diante da primeira questão da prova, reflete:


-Sullivan?! Como assim Sullivan? O único Sullivan do qual lembro é o parceiro do Paulo Massadas.


Eita!


o.O

So hard

  
   

Being a mother: who wants to play this role?

It was one night at a party, isn't that so? It got late and quite rowdy. Towards morning someone in the group said: "Elisabet, you virtually have it all in your armoury as a woman and artist. But you lack motherliness." You laughed because you thought it sounded silly. But after a while you noticed you thought about what he'd said. You became more and more worried. You let your husband impregnate you. You wanted to be a mother.


When you realized it was definite, you became frightened. Frightened of responsability, of being tied down, of leaving the theatre. Frightened of pain, of dying, frightened of your body swelling up. But you played the role. The role of a happy, young, expectant mother. Everyone said, "Isn't she beautiful? She's never been so beautiful." Meanwhile you tried to abort the foetus several times. But you failed. When you saw it was irreversible, you started to hate the baby. And you wished it would be stillborn. You wished the baby would be dead. You wished for a dead baby. 


It was a difficult and long delivery. You were in agony for days. Finally the baby was delivered with forceps. You looked with disgust and terror at your squealing baby and whispered: "Can't you die soon? Can't you die?." But he survived. The boy screamed day and night. And you hated him. You were scared, you had a bad conscience. Finally the boy was taken care of by relatives and a nanny. You could get up fromm your sickbed and return to the theatre. 


But the suffering wasn't over. The boy was gripped by a massive and unfathomable love for his mother. You defend yourself. You defend yourself in despair. you feel you can't return it. So you try, and you try... But there are only cruel and clumsy meetings between you. You can't do it. You're cold and indifferent. He looks at you. He loves you and he's so gentle. You want to hit him because he doesn't leave you alone. You think he's disgusting with his thick mouth and ugly body. His moist and pleading eyes. He's disgusting and you're scared.

Persona (Ingmar Bergman, 1966)

Psit

Pedidos fúnebres

GO.338 e a Serra do Quebra Rabicho

Cada vez mais eu adoro o centro-oeste. É o lugar onde as paisagens tiram o fôlego das gentes.

Dessa vez, passei por uma estrada absolutamente estonteante. O trecho da GO.338 de aproximadamente 50 km entre as cidades de Abadiânia e Pirenópolis é um dos mais bonitos que já vi por aqui. Aliás, está em excelente estado de conservação.  

 

Essa estrada corta a Serra do Quebra Rabicho e tem várias fazendas de criação de gado, plantação de milho e seringueiras. O Patolino curtiu o passeio 
;-)

Quero uma terra para viver, criar, plantar e colher bem aqui. Uma que inclua exatamente esse pedaço de grama aveludada...








  








Cruzar essa estrada é se sentir ao mesmo tempo mais perto do céu e da terra. Mais uma prova de que Pirenópolis é mágica!

Sol e Chuva, casamento de viúva

Chuva e Sol, casamento de espanhol

corpo como limite

como última resistência,
um corpo a mim foi imposto
e ainda que a contra gosto
tento cooperar 


volume e peso, forma e tamanho,
qualidades que pioram a jornada
já tão atrapalhada
mais pareço não sair do lugar


de manhã, o desânimo me visita
a tarde é a vez da dor 
pela noite, chega o horror
e já não consigo respirar


angústia com letra minúscula,
para não ter de encará-la tão cedo
sim, sim, parece puro medo
covardia no corpo a se manifestar