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segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012

Terraços

enchíamos os terraços de gambiarras
ou armávamos fogueiras enormes na praia
e dançávamos todo o verão
quase sem tempo para mais


 José Tolentino de Mendonça

quarta-feira, 11 de abril de 2012

A twin flame of mine - 2



Agatha Christie (1890 - 1976), s/a, s/d 

“I myself was always recognized, though quite kindly, as ‘the slow one’ of the family.  The reactions of my mother and my sister were unusually quick - I could never keep up.  I was, too, very inarticulate.  It was always difficult for me to assemble into words what I wanted to say…. It was not until I was over twenty that I realised that my home standard had been unusually high and that actually I was quite as quick or quicker than the average. Inarticulate I shall always be. It is probably one of the causes that have made me a writer.” 

Agatha Christie, An Autobiography

domingo, 11 de março de 2012

Da minha infância

A minha infância é a minha avó a dar-me a comida à boca, passeando-me pelo quintal. A minha avó tinha um quintal imenso com centenas de avencas e fetos. E a comida ia.