THE LOST TAPES Vol.14

 [PT/ENG]

Visconde de Valmont... Sérgio Millet ou Carlos Drummond? O inteligentíssimo demônio da decepção, ou o bobo-da-corte a chafurdar na desordem?
Imagino se Laclos não foi claro o suficiente com a imagética de seu personagem para que em traduções tão semelhantes possam ser encontrados personagens tão diferentes portando do mesmo nome. 

Comme Paris je suis berger,
Comme Vênus vous êtes belle;
Comme lui je viens de juger;
Voudrez-vous me payer comme elle? 

Com 41 anos Choderlos de Laclos soltou seu livro como quem dá um tiro.

***

   Boombox on his shoulders
   Blasting this synth pop remix of a gospel song
   Modern day cool kid from the hood enjoys life 

***

   — Oh, yeah, I’m 79, almost 80.
   — So I’m younger than you, 89.
   — You’re younger, huh?
   — Oh, yes. Young and pumpin’, fiancée, marrying next month.
   — You’re not married already?
   — Oh, no, I’m a widow. Widow but not happy, though! — She exclaimed, chuckling. 

***

   Old man in the bus, fedora on his head, threadbare tuxedo on his body, singing lovely serenatas to all the ladies passing by in the aisle.
   Today I had a couple of verses thrown at my direction, today I was someone’s linda senhorita, and was so flattered. Who would’ve thought, my pass certificate reaching me in such passionate manner.
   I asked the old lady sitting next to me, delighting herself in that tired but majestic voice, if she knew who the boêmio was. My husband, she replied, isn’t he breathtaking? 

***

People
Dogs
People
Cars
Kids
Retired men
Walking women
Black
White
Beige
All colors of this meaty rainbow
All instances of this cursed life 

***

   O rosto do malandro
   Com o olho na janela
   Vendo a patricinha passar à 60 por hora 

***

Public library was closed
Pack of hobos marching in my direction
Don’t you Higgins Clark me, god! 

***

   Look at those tall, chic apartment buildings
   Maybe one day I’ll live there
   Maybe one day I’ll get a wife
   Maybe one day I’ll adopt a little rascal or two
   Maybe one day I’ll adopt a dog and a couple cats
   Maybe one day we’ll all look out the window, in despise, to all the tiny miserable people down on the street

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