"I will enjoy watching you die, Mister Andersen."

Vira-nos a alma do avesso e vai-se embora

"And nothing seems to me so wild and bold,
As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek."

From the poem Beauty, by Alfred Tennyson

Transpercement

Patrick Tosani

IV

You came, and I was mad for you
And you cooled my mind that burned with longing…

Sappho, http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Greek/Sappho.htm

La Liseuse ou o que pode fazer nas suas férias

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Honoré_Fragonard

Conscientious inconsistency

"Her history with meat was remarkably similar to mine: there were things she believed while lying in bed at night, and there were choices made at the breakfast table the next morning. There was a gnawing (if only occasional and short-lived) dread that she was participating in something deeply wrong, and there was the acceptance of both the confounding complexity of the issue and the forgivable fallibility of being human. (...)

Of course our wedding wasn't vegetarian, because we persuaded ourselves that it was only fair to offer animal protein to our guests (...). And we ate fish on our honeymoon, but we were in Japan, and when in Japan... And back in our new home, we did occasionally eat burgers and chicken soup and smoked salmon and tuna steaks. But only every now and then. Only whenever we felt like it.

And that, I thought, was that. And I thought that was just fine. I assumed we'd maintain a diet of conscientious inconsistency. Why should eating be different from any of the other ethical realms os our lives? We were honest people who occasionally told lies, careful friends who sometimes acted clumsily. We were vegetarians who from time to time ate meat."

Eating animals, Jonathan Safran Foer

Farpas

Tanta farpa cravei por acidente
no meu próprio flanco.

As farpas oscilam a cada passo meu,
lacerando sempre um pouco mais
os rasgões que já trago na carne.

Toma para ti - ò touro divino,
verdadeiro destinatário delas! -
algumas dessas farpas.

Que todas sobre mim são muito peso,
muita dor,
muito sangue empastando sobre a pele,
muita mosca cevando-se no sangue.

A. M. Pires Cabral