2012-09-16

coisas simples 82

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DJ Nuno Bernardino, n' "A Capela", 15 de Setembro de 2012, em Lisboa.

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 “Herr Dortmeyer said gently, as he placed me on the train for St Louis: ‘Remember, my boy. Go straight to your bed at nine o’clock sharp. Don’t talk to strangers. Drink plenty of water and don’t eat too many caramels!’

«Good-bye, and thank you kindly, Herr Dortmeyer.», I said.

«Good-bye, my little friend. And remember, from now on your name is Henry!»

I held my atlas in my lap as we raced through the interminable landscapes. I thought each state would be different, according to the colours on the map. Pennsylvania a sultry blue – a land of torrents and thunderstorms; Ohio a mossy green – a land of jungles and serpents; Indiana a flaming red – the terrible domain of the manhunters; and Missouri vast and golden, strewn with palms like the Sahara.

But the land remained flat and monotonous. I saw wheat-fields that shimmered like quicksand in the blaze of noon. I saw corn-fields that pierced the withering light like a million swords. I saw muddy black streams coiling through sprays of wild elderberry and muddy red streams where naked boys splashed in the shallows.

My heart grew expectant as I read the names on the little railroad stations. But, alas, there where no loons to be seen in Loon Lake, there were no temples in Sparta, there no castles in Heidelberg. Nor did I see a single Indian as we passed Mohawk Junction, or even a trace of a poplar in Poplar Bluff. No mantillas were to be seen as we rattled our way past Cordoba, no trumpets were blowing as we shot through New Jericho. Here and there stood a lonely house with shingles patterned like a moccasin; or a lonely figure stood by the tracks, wrinkled and rigid, like a corpse; while the freight-train ground past, black, endless, sepulchral, and steely poles crossed the horizon like praying mantises, absurd and sinister.”

[Frederic Prokosch, A Ballad of Love, ed. Penguin Books, 1983, p.28-29 (edição original: 1960)]

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1 comentário:

Raquel Albino disse...

Noite inspirada! ;)