Diz-me o que comes, dir-te-ei o que pesquiso. Melhor: diz-me o que pesquisas, dir-te-ei o que como.
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Comes a Natália Correia, está bem, para segundo prato talvez não seja muito indigesto. Não te esqueças de uma Sylvia Plath para a degustação, para que possas, no final, e feitas as contas, apreciar melhor a Natália. Para beber, deixo-te este da Paula Harris, chama-se 'Coitus Interruptus':
«After kissing and touching The kind of kissing and touching That is leading to something I reached for my bag And I suddenly thought - Fuck, I left my condoms at home And so quietly I said to him - Baby, have you got a condom And he mumbled a reply Reaching over to his drawer Pulling out a box and turning it upside down But nothing fell out And he said - Fuck, I’ve run out And I said - Fuck And he gave me that stupid look that means - Baby, couldn’t we just this once . . . And I gently slapped him over the head meaning - Don’t even think about it And we sighed quietly And I said - Oh well, it doesn’t really matter I guess And I thought - Fuck I’m horny and I want you but there are no fuckin’ condoms And we rolled over and fell asleep Our bodies pressed together»
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Comes a Natália Correia, está bem, para segundo prato talvez não seja muito indigesto. Não te esqueças de uma Sylvia Plath para a degustação, para que possas, no final, e feitas as contas, apreciar melhor a Natália.
Para beber, deixo-te este da Paula Harris, chama-se 'Coitus Interruptus':
«After kissing and touching
The kind of kissing and touching
That is leading to something
I reached for my bag
And I suddenly thought
- Fuck, I left my condoms at home
And so quietly I said to him
- Baby, have you got a condom
And he mumbled a reply
Reaching over to his drawer
Pulling out a box and turning it upside down
But nothing fell out
And he said
- Fuck, I’ve run out
And I said
- Fuck
And he gave me that stupid look that means
- Baby, couldn’t we just this once . . .
And I gently slapped him over the head meaning
- Don’t even think about it
And we sighed quietly
And I said
- Oh well, it doesn’t really matter I guess
And I thought
- Fuck I’m horny and I want you but there are
no fuckin’ condoms
And we rolled over and fell asleep
Our bodies pressed together»
Paula Harris, 1997
P.S. - Keep it going!
Só falta aqui, mesmo, a Hilda Hilst, não?
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