Abril e Revoluçao

"Pero yo no quiero la comodidad. Yo quiero a Dios, quiero la poesía, quiero el verdadero riesgo, quiero la libertad, quiero la bondad. Quiero el pecado."

21.1.06

- So, what's this? A Taster's Choice moment between guys? This is really nice. You got a thing for swans? Is this like a fetish? Is it something , like, maybe we need to devote some time to?
- Thought about what you said to me the other day. About my painting.
- Ah
- Stayed up half the night thinkin' about it. Then something occurred to me. I fell int a deep, peaceful sleep and I haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
- No
- You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about
- Why, thank you
- It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
- Nope
- So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written.Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? but I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up that beautiful ceiling seen that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably get me a syllabus of your personal favourites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You are a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends....". But you've never been near one: you've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you who could rescue you from the depths of hell and you wouldn't know about what it's like to be her angel to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two monts holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss cos that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you, I don't see an intelligen, confident man.
I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fucking life apart. You are an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing abut how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fucking book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I am fascinated. I am in. But you don't want to do that do you, sport? You are terrrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

4 Comments:

At 12:49 da tarde, Anonymous kina said...

baby, te pones british????

 
At 1:06 da tarde, Blogger Aultre Narai said...

ei! sorte mañá con ese exame de conducir!!!!! ;)

 
At 8:22 da tarde, Blogger Caufield said...

GRAAAAAAAAZAAAASSS!:D
Si, british, muitooo :P

 
At 10:33 da tarde, Blogger xornalistiña said...

grande filme!

 

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