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PIRLIMPIMPIM
Ok, tudo confirmado. Eu não gosto mesmo de sambar. Não que o tal do Democráticos seja ruim, muito pelo contrário. Estava Ótemo. Eu é que não tive disposição nem saco. Ainda aluguei ouvido alheios, coisa mais feia. Falei demais da conta também, óbvio, como se isso não estivesse se tornando uma constante.
Fato é que hoje, depois de anos e anos, eu só sentei e estudei. Fiquei com a cabeça enfiada nas xerox e nos meus livros o dia inteiro, enquanto a Mama matava as saudades da cozinha, hehehe. Minha cabeça tá do tamanho do mundo, e eu simplesmente não estava no menor mood. Foi ótimo mesmo, Rê, te digo. Mas hoje eu não pude sair do mundo da Lua.
:: Marcia Furriel 2:54 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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