nº.83
imagem simples:
Parque de estacionamento do terminal rodo-ferro-fluvial do Barreiro,
ao amanhecer do dia 16 de Setembro de 2012.
[foto: canon powershot s100]
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excerto simples:
“Teresa followed closely behind him humming softly an old song about a man who would sit on a branch of a tree all day because he was happy and did not want anybody to mar his happiness; he would sit there till he had squandered every bit of his happiness and then go down again to wait for many years till he could accumulate enough to go back to the tree. Teresa started to improvise on this strange ditty which must have come down with the Arabs, for who else but mystic desert-dwellers would think of happiness perched on a tree. She started to sing softly about how she was going to plant her tender little tree, water it every day until it became big and that then she would call it happiness tree and climb up there every time she was happy. This made Ntanya laugh as he imagined her an old lady, for she would be old before the tree grew big enough, trotting to try to squander her sunset morsel of happiness. He was about to tell her that she could not run away with her happiness and leave him when Teresa asked, what would have happened to this man if somebody had cut down the tree? They both laughed, Ntanya replying with the carelessness of happiness «I don't know. Maybe he would just sit there and cry and then his happiness would get wet.» They pulled each other at the waist tightly and went on laughing.”
[Peter K. Palangyo, Dying in the sun, ed. HEB - Heinemann Educational Books, 1970, p.70-71 (edição original: 1968)]
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