sexta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2014
Meu primeiro raciocínio quando vejo um livro do Paul Auster: ai que delícia. Meu segundo: que bom que ele está vivo e não para de escrever.
E comecei a ler este aqui. Não-ficção. Sempre uma maravilha de texto. E um pouco de inglês no blog.
"The only proof you have that your memories are not entirely deceptive is the fact that you still occasionally fall into the old ways of thinking. Vestiges have lingered well into your sixties, the animism of early childhood has not been fully purged from your mind, and each summer, as you lie your back on the grass, you look up at the drifting clouds and watch them turn into faces, into birds and animals, into states and countries and imaginary kingdoms. The grilles of cars still make you think of teeth, and the corkscrew is still a dancing ballerina. In spite of the outward evidence, you are still who you were, even if you are no longer the same person."