Um pouco de Alice, e pouco tempo.
(quinta-feira, 17 agosto, 2006 às 11:03 am por Anica)Postado na categoria Geral, Literatura
Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,’ she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.’
`If you knew Time as well as I do,’ said the Hatter, `you wouldn’t talk about wasting IT. It’s HIM.’
`I don’t know what you mean,’ said Alice.
`Of course you don’t!’ the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. `I dare say you never even spoke to Time!’
`Perhaps not,’ Alice cautiously replied: `but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.’
`Ah! that accounts for it,’ said the Hatter. `He won’t stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o’clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you’d only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!’
(`I only wish it was,’ the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
`That would be grand, certainly,’ said Alice thoughtfully: `but then–I shouldn’t be hungry for it, you know.’
`Not at first, perhaps,’ said the Hatter: `but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.’
`Is that the way YOU manage?’ Alice asked.


Ontem eu e o Fábio estávamos dando uma voltinha no shopping e, na Sciciliano, acabamos encontrando na estante 3 dos quatro volumes da série “
Oi, estou aqui, estou ok. “A vida continua“, é o que dizem - e choques fazem você repensar sua posição sobre ‘n’ coisas, que no final das contas sempre envolvem a idéia de que temos que aproveitar da melhor forma possível o tempo que nos foi dado. Enfim, Fábio me pediu em casamento no domingo - lambrusco, rabisco na parede e top-x américa. Escolhemos também os quadros para a sala, já que o sofá chegou (e ele é lindo, e o Boo já cravou as unhas lá). Tem Audrey, Bogart, Marlon Brando de Vitto Corleone (segurando o gato, óbvio), Trainspotting e Marilyn Monroe lendo (eu acho tão deliciosamente irônica a imagem que ficaria triste se não comprássemos).


