quarta-feira, 23 de junho de 2010

A suicide note

Maravilhosa esta carta escrita ao seu amor, Leonard, antes de se suicidar:

Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

VIRGINIA WOOLF

3 comentários:

The Good Son disse...

Virginia Woolf era sem dúvida sublime.

Btw, onde é que soubeste da cena da oficina?
I'm that guy who asked for your blog x)

Joana Figueiredo Gonçalves disse...

Tens razão.

Soube porque li um cartaz exposto na biblioteca!

The Good Son disse...

Não sou muito dado a bibliotecas. Prefiro apreciar as coisas no meu canto.

Mas gostaste do homem? Eu sei que é suposto ele ser um dos grandes nomes, mas soou-me céptico o discurso dele.