Atum Tenório

Sobre as coisas que para aí andam e nos caem à frente.

segunda-feira, maio 18, 2009

nota inglesa: memória

"(..) in the old days, if you remember proper, a boat went by with a girl perched on the stern, looking grave and serious. I distinctly remember a blue ice glimmer turning slight yellow with the not so distance shore glitter. We wondered about the boat, seemed lost, what a boat does here, near nowhere, the distance pole, magnetic centre, the great attractor? The fuzzing sound of the weather balloon, reclaiming attention was enough to let all slip, go by, a mirage we agreed, of jolly winds and playful sun. (..)"