"In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everithing leads to everything, he would tell them if he could. Go to your church and listen to your stories about Jesus walking on the water, but if I saw a guy doing that I'd scream and scream and scream. Because it wouldn't look like a miracle to me."
Acabei de ter uma daquelas viagens que só uma música nos dá.
Último ano de faculdade. Vivo num 8º andar no centro de Aveiro com o Francisco Almeida, com um Hugo Bragada que nunca lá vai e com os meus problemas que, agora a esta distância vejo que não eram mais do que chatices. A vida corria-me como sempre me ia correndo naquela altura. No meu velho portátil HP, esta música (e outras desta minha banda favorita de sempre) saía aos berros das colunas. O meu quarto tinha, nas paredes, dois posters desta banda. Do outro lado, o Francisco Almeida não conseguia dormir e, por isso, várias noites me veio pedir para baixar o som... Invariavelmente eu insultava-o, sempre de forma amigável e, sem baixar o som, ligava os phones.
Que descanses em paz camarada. Tu e esses momentos.
"'Not at all,' Steeter said, surprised by the idea. 'I love Janet very much, and she loves me. The way she's stood by me during this cancer thing has been just extraordinary. If there's such a thing as harmony in the universe, then Tom and I ended up with the right partners. Absolutely. But...'
'But?' Elvid looked at him with delighted eagerness.
Steeter became aware that his fingernails were sinking into his palms. Instead of easing up, he bore down hardar. Bore down until he felt trickles of blood. 'But he fucking stole her!' This had been eating him for years, and it felt good to shout the news.
'Indeed he did, and we never cease wanting what we want whether it's good for us or not, wouldn't you say so Mr Streeter?'"