O post de hoje, influenciado pelo filme Flores Raras - que assisti ontem e mais do que recomendo, vai com duas poesias incríveis: uma que a poetisa Elizabeth Bishop, interpretada por Miranda Otto, recita no filme, e a outra que encontrei e que parece complementar a anterior:
"Close close all night
the lovers keep.
They turn together
in their sleep,
close as two pages
in a book
that read each other
in the dark.
Each knows all
the other knows,
learned by heart
from head to toes."
"It is marvellous to wake up together
At the same minute; marvellous to hear
The rain begin suddenly all over the roof,
To feel the air suddenly clear
As if electricity had passed through it
From a black mesh of wires in the sky.
All over the roof the rain hisses,
And below, the light falling of kisses.
An electrical storm is coming or moving away;
It is the prickling air that wakes us up.
If lightning struck the house now, it would run
From the four blue china balls on top
Down the roof and down the rods all around us,
And we imagine dreamily
How the whole house caught in a bird-cage of lightning
Would be quite delightful rather than frightening;
And from the same simplified point of view
Of night and lying flat on one's back
All things might change equally easily,
Since always to warn us there must be these black
Electrical wires dangling. Without surprise
The world might change to something quite different,
As the air changes or the lightning comes without our blinking,
Changes as our kisses are changing without our thinking."
Aqui um pouco sobre a vida dela e do Brasil nos anos dourados: http://revistapiaui.estadao.com.br/edicao-35/correspondencia/o-brasil-e-mesmo-um-horror