Nas NoitesBrancas de Sao PetersburgoEu, em essencia GentePobre Joguei xadrez comos Irmaos KazamazovNa vespera do grande expurgoConversamos, semculpa e sem dolo,Sobre minhas Memoriasdo SubsoloE suas Recordacoesda Casa dos MortosSem tremeliques,sem olhares tortos.Toda A Aldeia deStepantchikovoe seus habitantesJa sabiam, eespalhavam entre o povotais atosinfamantes!Mas eu, em silenciocompassivo ouviaComo o mudo Diariode um escritorSobre O PequenoHeroi, Bobok, que, desfeito em dorSoltara OsDemonios contra A Senhoria;A Historia Suja sobre O MujiqueMarei escutei toda.Com O CoracaoFraco do Senhor Prokhartchin, e de restoO Homem Debaixo daCama umLadrao Honesto! Uma Arvore de Natale uma Boda.Ate que de inopino,O Jogador Propos tornar-semeu Eterno MaridoDizendo-se depaixao ferido,Tomado de singularfervor.E eu, de um modobem tranquilo,Reprochei o seu Crimee Castigo,E assim, naoatinando no perigo,Sequei as lagrimas dOCrocodilo.Mas se ainda ontem,O Duplo descaradoa NetotchkaNiezvanovna o mesmo propusera!Ele nao devia,pois, ter enganadoA Uma criaturadocil como, na certa, ela era.E aquela historia,no fim, nao era maisDo que O Sonhode Um Homem RidiculoDo tipo que se publicapor capituloNo canto dasrevistas semanais.Tornar-se-ia em Notasde InvernoSobre Impressoes deVerao,bem fartas Ou talvez, UmRomance em Nove Cartas Mas a convivencia,um inferno.Ja, entao, deanimos doridosXingou-me, ele, de tolinhaAdolescenteE eu, a ele, de Idiotadeprimente.Saimos todosHumilhados e Ofendidos.30.06.2014 To L.There is asaying I fear:Men lovewhat they see,Girls lovewhat they hear.Well, it wastrue about me.I evenremember my lineClosing thediscussion we hadBe good,and you'll make it fineTo live inthis world that's so bad.I try!,you replied back thenAnd yourvoice was so passionate...I know I wascaught just whenWe finishedthat very debate.And you justkept adding to it!You talkedof courage and loyalty...Day by dayand bit by bitYou blindedmy judging capacity.The unfairof it all isYou weren'teven trying it!You neverpromised me bliss -I can'tblame you for denying it.But we bothknow this fact -Men lovewhat they seeNever mindhow kind you actWhat wasthere to look in me?And even ifI hated the slangThat wouldstain your lips at timesI still feelsort of a pangAs I sit towrite down these lines.The blueeyes of your loverAnd hersilky blond hair,The amount offreckles that coverHer face,and make her so fair,Oh, theyhurt me deep down.We're notmeant to be, I know.I can selectyour words, now,Greet somewith yes, others with no.However,sometimes I wonder:Are therestrings in my heartLeft untouchedby your thunder?Will I everfind other bardThat cansing just as well how I feel?SometimesI'm not sure if I want,Sometimes itis my sole will,Sometimes Ijust act nonchalant.He will haveto be quite bizarreTo ratherhave darkness than goldAnd earththan sky, as they are...He willcertainly have to be bold.Now, before Iclose this letterThere are afew things I want to say:Youre notguilty in this matter,I know, andI know you couldnt stay.Greaterpower set us apartFor my veryown good.And thoughit broke my heartIt allhappened as it should.Greaterpower may mend us againIf it wouldbe His wishAnd by now,I guess, my friendLets justlearn not to be selfish.You takecare of your eyesI shall takecare of my ears.And if weare truly wiseOurfriendship will last many years. Resenha do livro de Aldous HuxleyAVISO: CONTEM SPOILERS.Admiravel Mundo Novo e uma obra de ficcaofuturista-cientifica escrita por Aldous Huxley no complicado periodo entre asduas guerras mundiais, em 1932, e que reflete a tonica pessimista da arte daepoca, de uma geracao de transicao entre os apaixonados do progresso cientificoa qualquer custo,