10/02/2008 - chegada da invernosa Sofia

... e o papá babou um cheio lago.

La Leggenda del Pianista Sull' Oceano

1900: Take piano: keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You're infinite... And on those keys, the music that you can make... is infinite. I like that. That I can live by...

1900: Land? Land is a ship too big for me, it's a woman too beautiful, it's a voyage too long, perfume too strong...

1900: Christ, did you... did you see the streets, just the streets? There were thousands of them! Then how you do it down there, how do you choose just one... one woman, one house, one landscape to look at, one way to die...?

1900: You rolled out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end. And that's the truth Max, that they never end. That keyboard is infinite... and if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench... That is God's piano.

Nesta missiva permite-se a combustão da folha do tabaco

A longitude a que estou do estado de proximidade do deus poderá nunca diminuir-se.

Isso não me impede de a imaginá-la, reconhecê-la, desenhá-la na cara de pessoas bonitas.

Dia dos namorados

Porque o amor é mesmo, mesmo, mesmo universal.

(E as palavras excedentes, ou eu te minto, ou tu me mentes.)

Dia dos namorados

Palavras para quê? O amor é universal.

(Parece que me excluí da pergunta, batoteiro.)

Estes sabem

Estes não sabem onde estou

Hoje não acordei assim