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A PÍSICA DE BOTAFOGO
Internet, madrugada, final de semana, amigos antigos dando uns "pop-ups" no ICQ...E pronto, já fiquei alterada. O cara me chega do nada, faz muuuito tempo que nem vejo o indivíduo e já vai perguntando: "e aí, e a galera?". Como assim, cara pálida? Que galera???? Daí ele fala: "ah, o pessoal, namorado, família...". Putz.
Muito bem, no meu pensamento písico já saquei tudo. Ele quer saber se eu tenho um novo namorado. Sim, porque o antigo ele conhece bem, e provavelmente sabe mais do que eu sobre ele...Arght, que péssimo. Eu respondi no estilo "cool", tô bem, a galera tá boa, tá tuuuudo certo. Mas espero pelas piores notícias.
:: Marcia Furriel 2:28 a.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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