25 setembro 2007

Victor Burgin - The bridge



I am Ophelia. She who the river could not hold. The woman on the gallows The woman with the slashed arteries The woman with the overdose ON THE LIPS SNOW The woman with the head in the gas-oven. Yesterday I stopped killing myself. I am alone with my breasts my thighs my lap. I rip apart the instruments of my imprisonment the Stool the Table the Bed. I destroy the battlefield that was my Home. I tear the doors off their hinges to let the wind and the cry of the World inside. I smash the Window. With my bleeding hands I tear the photographs of the men who I loved and who used me on the Bed on the Table on the Chair on the Floor. I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I dig the clock which was my heart out of my breast. I go onto the street,
clothed in my blood.


Heiner Muller - Hamletmachine

3 comentários:

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enxofre disse...

lindo!!! lindo texto, linda foto!:)

ana disse...

um dos meus dramaturgos favoritos, sobretudo depois de ter sido musicado pelos mão morta

gros bises
ana
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