ABRUPTO

06:21 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS 147

Cinzento e branco. Céu cinzento e neve branca. As primeiras pessoas na rua passam como se planassem, como se estivessem num quadro e fossem uma mancha movente. Ainda estou para perceber se andam depressa ou devagar, porque não andam, deslizam. A neve tem efeitos muito estranhos.

Para dar cor, violenta cor, amável cor, um cummings em que as palavras dançam num outro ar. Sem neve. Ou com neve lá fora.

may i feel said he...

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are mine said she)

(e.e. cummings)