Esplendor (sujeito a dor aleatória) Começar por uma visita a estes textos: receber palavras e ficar com elas. INTO MY ARMS Nick Cave I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms (...) And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candle burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore E hoje, como sucede em dias de espanto, há poesia aqui, num texto de interrogação e resposta acerca de memória e esquecimento, olhando a passagem do tempo sobre as coisas. Sobre nós. --------