Atenção ao Sábado
Jun. 27th, 2019 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
virgovenus conto de Clarice Lispector (translated for me by bea!!!)
I think Saturday is the rose of the week; on Saturday afternoon the house is made of curtains in the wind, and someone spills a bucket of water in the yard; Saturday in the wind is the rose of the week; Saturday morning, the bee in the garden, and the wind: a bite, the swollen face, blood and honey, the sting lost in me: other bees will smell it and next Saturday morning I’ll check if the yard is full of bees.
It was Saturday when the ants climbed through the stone.
It was Saturday when I saw a man sitting by the shade in the sidewalk eating from a bowl of beef jerky and stew; we had already showered.
In the afternoon the doorbell opened by the wind; the cinema matinee: in the wind, Saturday was the rose of our week.
If it rained, only I knew it was Saturday; A wet rose, isn’t it?
I think Saturday is the rose of the week; on Saturday afternoon the house is made of curtains in the wind, and someone spills a bucket of water in the yard; Saturday in the wind is the rose of the week; Saturday morning, the bee in the garden, and the wind: a bite, the swollen face, blood and honey, the sting lost in me: other bees will smell it and next Saturday morning I’ll check if the yard is full of bees.
It was Saturday when the ants climbed through the stone.
It was Saturday when I saw a man sitting by the shade in the sidewalk eating from a bowl of beef jerky and stew; we had already showered.
In the afternoon the doorbell opened by the wind; the cinema matinee: in the wind, Saturday was the rose of our week.
If it rained, only I knew it was Saturday; A wet rose, isn’t it?
In Rio de Janeiro, when you think the week is going to die, with great metallic effort the week opens like a rose: the car halts suddenly and, before the startled wind can restart, I see it’s Saturday afternoon.
It has been Saturday, but they no longer ask me.
But I already got my things and went to Sunday morning.
Sunday morning is also the rose of the week. It’s not exactly rose, I want to say.
It has been Saturday, but they no longer ask me.
But I already got my things and went to Sunday morning.
Sunday morning is also the rose of the week. It’s not exactly rose, I want to say.