Um dois três, diga lá outra vez:

avalanche.

Young woman, Alexander Deineka (1934)

Season's Greetings

I remember the trees we had in Europe: one Christmas we spent drinking under the gold statue of Victor Emmanuel in Rome, lost in time and space & the majestic prettiness of that square before the cavernously echoing Piazza Cologna. The tree was covered with silver bells which rang hauntedly through the night by themselves... and we had a tree in Paris covered with mushrooms & with snowy houses which was fun. There were myriad birds of paradise on the tree with spun glass tails. And Nanny kept busily admonishing us about the French customs: how they did not give gifts at Christmas but at New Years... then we had a tree on the Avenue McMahon which Nanny & I decorated between sips of champagne until neither we nor the tree could hold any more of fantaisie or decor. We kept our decorations for years in painted toy boxes and when the last of the tails wilted & the last house grew lopsided, it was almost a bereavement.

De uma carta de Zelda para Scott Fitzgerald (1947)

The Mirror of Ink, Jeremy Millar, 2007

Um dois três, diga lá outra vez:

sangria.

Autopsicografia

Epílogo

Assi como a bonina que cortada
Antes do tempo foi cândida e bela,
Sendo das mãos lacivas maltratadas
Da mínima que a trouxe na capela,
O cheiro traz perdido e a cor murchada:
Tal esta morta, a pálida donzela
Secas de rosto as rosas, e perdida
A branca e viva cor, com a doce vida.


Luís de Camões