Circo Vicioso

E que Marisa nem se atreva a contradizê-lo: Ramiro está profundamente convicto da extrema religiosidade do seu pequenito: a todos garante que "Papa" foi a primeira palavra que calhou sair daquela boquinha virgem.

El hijo de Mendonza ni cuatro semanas tiene. Pero ya es gugu-dadaísta.

A ópera do povo? Volkswagner!

Grandiloquence is to love the word "Grandiloquent".

By João Lopes Marques ( Eesti keeles ) Sometimes I wonder why the hell I (still) live in Estonia. At first I thought it was about pure hedonism hand-in-hand with my Nordic fetish. Then I got rid of my guilt complex and started believing I was just a normal bachelor addicted to the local beauties. Too short. I also convinced myself life here was easier and cheaper than somewhere in Europe. Or because of the fact all my four novels were written here, in what I started calling the-milky-cow-very-very-milky- literary-theory. Sad that all the four are about me and myself. Another hypothesis, very true anyway, was related to the great people I’ve met while living in this country: Raili, Eve, Helena, Askur, Teve, Age, Ivar, Erik... They were — still are — absolutely inspiring. Yet now I finally discovered Agnes was the ultimate reason. Throughout these more than five years of Estonia I thought about going away too many times. To leave the next day, although my attachment made me return...

Mas afinal havia diferença? Entre praticar o amor ao próximo e praticar amor com o próximo, Marie-Claire nunca hesitou.

Quando a meta já nem me interessava, ele esbracejou. Estafado, só pensei em desistir, mas ele gritou pelos quatro. E também esperneou, em jeito de ameaça. E eu só prossegui pelo dever e, sinceramente, nem me recordo de quem chegou à frente. Talvez Hans, porventura o esguio Dieter. Ou o cabrão do Klaus. Mas bastou-me sentir aquele seu bafo suado ao receber o testemunho. Apalpar aquela palma sensível num milésimo de ternura. Permiti-me e confiei. Percebi quão Konrad queria ter-nos todos na mão na sua (nossa) recta reta final.