PRA PINACOTECA

(…) Se um homem aí na cidade te dá bom dia, respondo cá com uma facada no inimigo.

Imagine quantos já matei.

Se vais num baile, e sei que vais a um ou outro, acompanhando madame, aqui imito as barras das tuas saias girando na dança, girando eu na lama do chão, bêbedo feito um diabo arrastado. (…)

[quando eles liberaram lá, posto o texto completo]

HELP

– I am not here to please you, Devon.

– That I already know, Cath.

– I’ve come to offend you, Devon. But I am not yet sure about how I am supposed to do it. Maybe if you gave me some clues as where I should start, I could follow your lead and then we’ll see what happens.

– Ok. I’m a worm.

– You’re warm.

– I’m useless.

– Without me.

– I’m a smoker.

– And a drinker (I think I’m getting the gist of it, Devon. thank you!). And so am I.

– Maybe I do understand you.

– That I could never account you for, Devon. Don’t be that hard on yourself.

– I’m sorry.

– I’m sorry too.