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Ganhei a Morte

Como já deu para perceber, o Neil Gaiman já começou a esvaziar os meus bolsinhos e também os das pessoas que estão próximas de mim. Outro dia estava eu lá na Siciliano andando pra lá e pra cá quando páro na frente da seção de quadrinhos e encontro a Morte. Daí eu pensei: mas esse não é o livro da introdução legal da Tori Amos? Peguei o livro, abri uma das primeiras páginas e encontrei lá a introdução com direito a biografia dela e tudo (eu nunca tinha visto o nome dela em uma livraria!). Dei uma folheada no livro, li o verso do livro e achei a idéia muito interessante. Eu não comprei o livro aquele dia, mas falei nele pelo resto da tarde. E não é que eu ganho o livro? De dia das crianças (ué, pra ganhar presente todo mundo se declara criança)! Li mais da metade do livro na faculdade e terminei em casa, tudo no mesmo dia. Excelente! Já estou programando comprar meus Sandman. Tudo bem, vai ser em doses meio homeopáticas por causa do precinho. Eu nunca me imaginei gostando de quadrinhos.


Lá vai a introdução da primeira história. Deixei na versão original, porque a tradução ficou bem esquisita.

"written by Tori Amos

It's funny but on good days I don't think of her so much. In fact never. I never just say hi when the sun is on my tongue and my belly's all warm. On bad days I talk to Death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that's not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage and suicide is definitely your last performance and being addicted to the stage, suicide was never an option - plus people get to look you over and stare at your fatty bits and you can't cross your legs to give that flattering thigh angle and that's depressing. So we talk. She says things no one else seems to come up with, like let's have a hotdog and then it's like nothing's impossible.

She told me once there is a part of her in everyone, though Neil believes I'm more Delirium than Tori, and Death taught me to accept that, you know, wear your butterflies with pride. And when I do accept that, I know Death is somewhere inside of me. She was the kind of girl all the girls wanted to be, I believe, because of her acceptance of "what is." She keeps reminding me there is change in the "what is" but change cannot be made till you accept the "what is."

Like yesterday, all the
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We almost lost a master take and the band leaves tomorrow and we can't do anymore music till we resolve this. We're in the middle of nowhere in the desert and my being wants to go crawl under a cactus and wish it away. Instead, I dyed my hair and she visited me and I started to accept the mess I'm in. I know that mess spelled backwards is ssem and I felt much better armed with that information. Over the last few hours I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore.

When you're on your knees you're closer to the ground. things seem nearer somehow.

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope. "

http://www.hereinmyhead.com/neil/death.html