tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27359011348879308162024-02-22T03:49:20.640-08:00Daniel J. SkråmestøDaniel J. Skråmestø contos e pinturas. Paintings and short storiesDaniel J. Skråmestøhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15689151393466698908noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735901134887930816.post-18262711677364655692011-05-29T13:22:00.000-07:002011-05-29T13:23:08.587-07:00<table style="width: auto;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lutamos, não nos rendemos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jogamos tudo, um contra o outro. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sabemos que valerá a pena perder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rolamos, como animais.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Esquecemos o eu, um contra o outro.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Seremos só um que será muito mais.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As minhas mãos suavam e esfarelavam as beiras da partitura fotocopiada. Eu esperava apenas a minha subida ao palco para mais uma audicão de fim de ano e só pensava no quanto odiava aquela merda toda. Eu tinha perfeita consciência da minha falta de talento. Mas pior, era o talento alheio. Como por exemplo o do fulano que tinham posto dessa vez a tocar antes de mim. Tocava divinamente. Quase o podia odiar. Mas ali, entrincheirado na entrada dos bastidores, só via a grande tampa negra do piano e as pernas dele. O pé que carregava elegantemente no pedal. E ponderava se alguma vez teria a coragem de lhe baixar as calças na casa de banho do teatro. A imaginação ajudava-me a controlar o pânico. Eu não nasci para a música.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Isto veio-me à memória a propósito de um mosquito. Deitado, nu, com o meu amante, um mosquito que nos sobrevoa lembrou-me a minha professora de piano. A que morreu de cancro, soube eu anos depois. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A maior parte das vezes, por muito que gostemos das pessoas, elas têm na nossa vida apenas o papel de figurantes. Se tudo o que sobra é uma anedota, como no caso da minha professora de piano, já não é mau. Tive dois anos de aulas com ela, duas vezes por semana e o que resta disso é uma história sobre mosquitos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Era de noite, estávamos nus na cama desfeita e quando o mosquito nos sobrevoou a baixa altitude e se pôs em manobras kamikaze que terminaram com ele desfeito entre uma almofada e a parede, eu lembrei-me dela.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eu tocava pela ultima vez na aula a peça que ia interpretar em público quando um mosquito entrou pela janela e pousou na minha mão. Resisti estóicamente durante algum tempo, mas é claro que a minha atencão se desviou de Bach para aquela criatura preparada para me ferrar.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A minha professora assistia impassível e com um sorriso triste. Principalmente lembro-me desse sorriso. Era o resumo da história toda.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quando a tortura acabou — eu afugentando o mosquito e interrompendo também a tortura que infligia a Bach — ela disse:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Uma vez na Roménia, fomos requisitados como quarteto para tocar para os trabalhadores. Era servico cívico e não podiamos deixar de ir. Era suposto tocarmos enquanto as pessoas que trabalhavam no campo paravam para almoçar. Então lá estávamos nós num estradozinho, rodeados por camponeses que nunca sequer deviam ter visto um piano. O problema era que o sítio ficava mesmo ao lado de um pântanal e enquanto nós tocávamos havia umas melgas enormes, daquelas de patas grandes, nojentas, sabes quais são? que nos mordiam todos e nós não podiamos parar de tocar. Saímos de lá todos inchados com umas babas enormes."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rimo-nos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Percebes porque é que esse mosquito é insignificante? Tu hoje podes parar. Nós não podiamos."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E depois:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Um músico não pára."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Foi a única vez que eu soube alguma coisa da vida dela. Eu até me esqueceria que ela era romena, não fosse o sotaque divertido. Morreu alguns anos depois e esta é a única coisa que soube da sua vida. E das aulas de piano, já me esqueci.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="NO-BOK"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Um silêncio ficou a pairar entre nós, nus. Na escuridão eu estava ainda mais consciente do calor do corpo dele. Quando ele prestava atencão às minhas histórias eu amava-o ainda mais.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Daniel J. Skråmestøhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15689151393466698908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735901134887930816.post-10879412518849419842010-03-15T13:55:00.001-07:002010-03-15T13:58:09.682-07:00Dele<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Um peso que se ergue, se abre e começa a espalhar.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Mais que um cheiro no ar da cidade, és Outono.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Que outro peso podia voar?</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Agora tudo se explica numa linguagem de gestos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soma-se a minha pele à tua e o meu riso ao teu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A nossa sombra. O teu corpo, agora meu.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Erguemo-nos como montanhas.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sairemos da noite, brilhando.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Somos agora relevo no horizonte.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Hinos juvenis em tons amargos.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Suburbios desertos, metálicos.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Vida carregada aos ombros</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">e sexo vazio enchendo o nada.<br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">1.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Olhos de cão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Encostado à parede, aos ladrilhos, olhos de cão olha e os seus olhos, castanhos, de cão, olham como olham os cães. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">De mãos nos bolsos, cabeça encostada à parede, pés no chão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">No reflexo do vidro, olhos de cão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">O manear da cabeça como um animal. No chão, as patas largas. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Nós juntos e eu sózinho.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;">3.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Olhos de cão, despenteado, mais solitário que nunca, tentando apagar a solidão, estendendo o pêlo a festas. Hoje é cão vadio, vindo da rua. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Nem sabe que a chuva de que foge nos molha a todos. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Cão, vadio. És tu, olhos de cão.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;">5.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Os dias de sol são teus, olhos de cão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Saem-te pela cara e pelos braços, pelos pés cansados. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Estão dentro de ti e saem-te pelos olhos, olhos de cão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">A beleza, a ti, entra-te pelos olhos adentro e depois brilha fora como o sol. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Tudo o que existe é teu, e tu nem sabes, olhos de cão. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Que o mundo não tem montanhas para quem é cão. Para quem se sente cão. Para quem morde como cão, a vida.<br />
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