preto & branco

(...) E enquanto penso isso, olho para as duas faixas de alcatrão que se estendem a meu lado, timbradas com setas e linhas, que muitos seguem para ir para qualquer lado, acabando sempre em sítio nenhum. No meio do meu sonho decadente, vejo uma zebra correndo por cima duma passadeira. Por momentos fundem-se e separam-se. E novamente se fundem e novamente se separam.

As setas apontam-me o caminho. Para casa, espero. Se não for para casa, então que me mostrem que há mais no mundo que alcatrão e setas e linhas. Que nem tudo é preto e branco.

Ip

"Love. We all want it. Don't all get it. I remember telling my mother in high school I wanted to wait for the perfect girl. And she replied, "Idiot! Even if you found her, she might be holding out for the perfect man." She also said I wouldn't recognize love unless it bonked me on the head. And I retorted, "Well, why don't you come along with me, mom, and if you see love, you hit me on the head so I'll know." It was difficult as a young man taking my mother on dates. And then, one night, not a date night, but just one evening, I turned to my mom and, as i looked into her eyes, I could see... she was dead. She'd passed on quietly from an aneurysm, right there at the table. All she said was, "Ip." Sitting in a chair: a quiet little "Ip". It was her request to have her last words put on her tombstone. And I see people at the cemetery snickering when they read: "Joanna Cage. Beloved Mother. Ip." I miss my mother. Even though she's not here... I know she's still with me, smiling down on me... hoping I'll find love."

by John Cage in "Ally Mcbeal"