Ficção (15).
E a luz invade a casa. O soalho, as paredes, os tectos, os vidros das portas, as janelas, os tampos das mesas, os livros nas estantes, as cordas e as teclas do piano, a tua chávena de café ainda a meio.
A luz. Invade a casa.
"So that I may say at all times, even when you do not answer and perhaps hear nothing, something of this is being heard, I am not merely talking to myself [...]." (Samuel Beckett, Happy Days)
E a luz invade a casa. O soalho, as paredes, os tectos, os vidros das portas, as janelas, os tampos das mesas, os livros nas estantes, as cordas e as teclas do piano, a tua chávena de café ainda a meio.
posted by Finn @ 02:11
[...] something of this is being heard [...]
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