I have a goal

               

objectivo para 2012: 

mesmo quando as coisas doerem, e doerem muito, ao ponto de acharmos que não superamos o instante, ou a sequência de instantes, ou a sequência de sequências de carradas de instantes, manter a mente fixa no ponto adiante, 

porque é lá que queremos chegar.

(se não tivermos objectivos, seremos vencidos pelo que pede, suplica e manda o instante.)

          

         

it

what is it?

this is it
this is really it
this is all there is
and is perfect as it is
there is nowhere to go but here
that is nothing here but now
there is nothing now but this
and this is it
this is really it
this is all there is
and is perfect as it is
there is nowhere to go but here
that is nothing here but now
there is nothing now but this
and this is it
this is really it
this is all there is
and is perfect as it is
there is nowhere to go but here
that is nothing here but now
there is nothing now but this
and this is it
this is really it
this is all there is
and is perfect as it is
there is nowhere to go but here
that is nothing here but now
there is nothing now but this
and this is it
this is it
this is it

is this it here now?
this here now it is.
is now this it here?
here it now is this.
is it here this now?
now is here this it.
is this now it here?
this now here is it.

i am it. and so are you.

This is It and I am It and You are It and so is That and He is It and She is It and It is It and That is That. Oh It is This and It is Thus and It is Them and It is Us and It is Now and here It is and here We are so This is It.

(so, what is it?)

[James Broughton, This Is It (1971)]

a spot (II)

não sei se depois quereria o contrário, e é até provável que o quisesse, porque no depois costuma ser o contrário aquilo que se quer. o contrário do que se tem. mas

aparte-de-todas-as-outras-vezes em que apenas quero sentir, às vezes quem me dera não sentir. ou pelo menos não ter consciência disso. quem me dera andar, parar, e voltar a andar. sem pensar muito sobre isso. something like

hello stranger,
goodbye stranger.

(na falta de consciência, não há antes nem depois. não há sequer as amolgadelas do durante. só um instante demasiado rápido que já passou, e que esgotado se esfumou. e, recomeçado outro instante, ficámos nós, 'shining like brand new'.)