terça-feira, fevereiro 01, 2005
sms*
Por não sabermos quando vamos morrer, vemos a vida como uma fonte inesgotável e no entanto tudo acontece apenas um certo número de vezes e um número muito reduzido de vezes, aliás. Quantas vezes mais veremos despontar a lua cheia? Talvez vinte. E no entanto tudo parece ilimitado.
*de madrugada. para a bolacha não adormecer. nunquinha.
e no original: Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. Um chá no deserto (The Sheltering Sky), 1990
*de madrugada. para a bolacha não adormecer. nunquinha.
e no original: Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. Um chá no deserto (The Sheltering Sky), 1990
