Ladrão de Idéias

To a Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,     
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,     
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

To You

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

“un texte n’est pas fait d’une ligne de mots, dégageant un sens unique, en quelque sorte théologique (qui serait le ‘message’ de l’Auteur-Dieu), mais un espace à dimensions multiples, où se marient et se contestant des écritures variées, dont aucune n’est originelle: le texte est un tissue de citations, issues des mille foyers de la culture.”

“Longe de constituir um elemento passivo, o delírio paranóico constitui já, por si próprio, uma forma de interpretação.

(…) a preocupação crítica dos surrealistas está precisamente ativa em querer fazer valer o sonho, fora de qualquer paradoxo fácil, assim como todos os estados passivos e automáticos do próprio plano da ‘ação’, fazendo-os intervir, em particular, ‘interpretativamente’ na realidade dentro da vida.” (SALVADOR, Dalí. Sim ou A Paranóia)

“The principal sin,

Of Gin,

Is,

Among others,

Ruining mothers”.

“SÓ ME INTERESSA O QUE NÃO É MEU”