Diário de um Recém-ateu

21 de fevereiro de 2007

20h00

Estou entrando no plantão do HGWA. Começo com citações:
“Onde a morte está, eu não estou. Onde estou, a morte não está.” – Lucrécio
“Acredito que a vida seja uma centelha entre dois vácuos idênticos: a
escuridão antes do nascimento e aquela após a morte.” – Irvin D. Yalom
(Esta última, Yalom deve ter retirado de um pensamento de Schopenhauer).
Tenho escutado muito uma música que ouvi a primeira vez há mais de 10 anos,
quando era aluno de medicina.

MERCY STREET (Peter Gabriel, Album: So)

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody’s head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam
let’s take the boat out \ (twice)
wait until darkness comes /
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy street
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arm again
dreaming of mercy street
swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms
pulling out the papers from the
drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest – he’s the doctor
he can handle all the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness – the tremble in the hips
of kissing mary’s lips
dreaming of mercy street
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy (twice)
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea

Eu tinha esse disco…
Lacan dizia que a melhor idade do ser humano é quando tínhamos 3 anos.

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