SILENCE

O silêncio em inglês, numa excelente tradução, enquanto não chegam novas palavrinhas...

SILENCE I

In a flutter, the breeze waved him by the window where he spent blank pages, nights, unwrapping silence within words, looking at the stars. Cryptic, death whispered him that to fall into her arms was to live like a star, shining, good rather than bad. There being no sins to atone neither great nor small, he took his soul, ascended to the roof, climbed the railing and let himself go in a breath, in the brightness of silence ...

SILENCE!

Yellowing of worthlessness, jealous of the crude trace of the nurse’s ready finger over the mouth, the board on the wall survived with difficulty, in a precarious balance between gravity and dried glue, slowly slipping imperceptible down the wall, against the installed din of anarchy in the waiting room of the health centre. New, old and so-so, exhibiting silly and noisy pride, wounds, fistulas, infected wounds and other ailments listed as clinical, like war honours of an exhausted life, with effort, in a masochistic Olympiad distributed in patches and deprivation among a Swedish card game in the garden and the endless standing rows on inflamed bunions in search of the first prize of lottery queries. On one hand, a conformal rheumatic brigade where the crest surname or weight man on the edge of the baptismal font with annoying insistence on digging up bags full of empty vials of painkillers and begging the doctor’ signature and sticker in the prescription. The other, a battered middle class mob employed on behalf of others, restless, imprisoned in a nervous and niggling crochet, of soap gossip and a daily existence seeded in a public divorce and inequities of the evil beast, a teacher of the fifth left lane floor, who had taken Nini off the edge, insisting on giving her bad grades and preparing to offer her a year’s disapproval. Some kids stood down on the floor in a relaxed screaming spur the tedium of hours of involuntary incarceration in the room. The doctor, in jangling nerves, hands in the hair amidst reports and credentials, badly slept under the weight of the ornament of the girlfriend’s gift despite wearing an evil face was evident in endless games of waist which were ultimately and generously distributed. He, in a sudden fit of rage caused way more by the weight of the noise than by force of jealousy, burst openly the office door and vomited screams into the silence thus demanding:

- If I hear a fly, a worm or a snail crawling on the tile, I’ll leave, I won’t give further consultations today and there will be no recipes for anyone!

He thrust himself closing the door with a bored bang.

The card on the wall did not resist the appealing laws of physics and crashed into the ground disaggregating in plots of molecular composition.

And then there was silence...

SILENCE II

In the beginning, only the verb, slow, slightly conjugating the verb to love, insinuating itself into pieces, and immediately after, passion taking a written form, the waiting turning into desired naked bodies, standing against the wall, consuming themselves in silence ...