. O Bem e o Mal “Eu sei: nojo é invenção, do Que-Não-Há, para estorvar que se tenha dó.” “Informação que pergunto: mesmo no céu, fim de fim, como é que a alma vence se esquecer de tantos sofrimentos e maldades, no recebido e no dado?” “Moço!: Deus é paciência. O contrário é o diabo”. “E sei que em cada virada de campo, e debaixo de sombra de cada árvore, está dia e noite um diabo, que não dá mo...

. O Real e o Imaginário “Tem horas em que penso que a gente carecia, de repente, de acordar de alguma espécie de encanto”. “A gente vive repetido, o repetido, e, escorregável, num minuto, já está empurrado noutro galho. Acertasse eu com o que depois sabendo fiquei, para de lá de tantos assombros… Um está sempre no escuro, só no último derradeiro é que clareiam a sala. Digo: o real não está na saída...

. Sertão “Sertão: é dentro da gente”. “Sertão é o sozinho”. “No centro do sertão, o que é doideira às vezes pode ser a razão mais certa e de mais juízo!”. “O sertão é sem lugar.” “Viajar! – mas de outras maneiras: transportar o sim desses horizontes!” “Melhor para a ideia se bem abrir é andando em trem de ferro. Pudesse vivia pra cima e para baixo dentro dele.” “Sertão é isto: o senho...

Newly created anecdotes are a great comfort to the old ones…   I confess that to this day I know of only two synonyms that are perfect: ‘never’ and ‘always’. She was white, white. A whiteness that no one has anymore, but her soul was shimmery. Anxiety is when there are always more minutes to go before whatever you want to happen happens. Alarm clocks are traffic accidents to our sleep. Silence is...

  Blessed is he who invented the neat little ruse that is the calendar, because the good thing about Monday, the 1st of the month and every New Year is that it gives us the impression that life doesn’t continue, that it just starts all over again… What would become of us if the little piece of paper marked 713,789 of the Christian era? I threw myself, metaphorically speaking, through the window of the three hundred an...

  Do not hold on too tightly, squeeze, or smother because once you tie a knot, it will not be a bond anymore. Modesty is vanity hidden behind the backdoor. I want a map of the clouds and a very sluggish boat. The longing that hurts the deepest and most irremediably is the longing of ourselves. Eternal is everything that lasts a fraction of a second, but with such intensity that it petrifies, and no force will ever recover...

I never let my hopes be shattered by pessimistic words. The longing of one’s beloved” is far better than her actual presence. It is not enough to just live a lifetime, it must also be dreamed. To live is to cherish dreams and hopes, making faith our greatest inspiration. It is to search in the little things for a great reason to be happy! To know the mystery of the body is perhaps more important than knowing the mystery of...

Friendship: when silence between the two doesn’t get uncomfortable. Love: when silence between the two becomes comfortable. Between my house and yours, there is a bridge of stars, a bridge of silences. Love is when we live within each other. Love is when passion has no other arranged commitment. Love is only beautiful when we find someone who drives us to become the best we can be. Over time, you will realize that, in order ...