00 = 0

Armei uma armadilha,

Trapaceei no jogo,

Escondi as cartas na manga.

Resultado: nada.

Gritei de peito aberto,

Dei a cara pra bater,

Publiquei no jornal.

Resultado: nada.

Amei e perdi,

Gostei e pisei,

Dei corda e dei no pé.

Resultado: nada.

Tirei zero e tirei dez,

Colei e estudei,

Subornei, vendi.

Resultado: nada.

Dormi o dia todo,

Me rendi à insônia,

Comi e jejuei.

Resultado: nada.

Idolatrei e ofendi,

Fui sincera,

Enganei e menti.

Resultado: nada.

Adianta de quê?

Degas, "Waiting", ~1882

Observant

Look over my shoulders

See my eyes how they shine

Go beyong my lips’ bords

Allow your sight to climb

Get it off the floor

Up my legs you go

Stare at my knees, my core

Note how my thighs glow

Yes, my navel is pierced

You finally realise it

My ribs are so all fierced

They coarse my chest, they kiss it

Those marks ‘round my neck

Are your fingers printed in flesh

Your desire’s like a shipwreck

Sinking down my force of breath

Focus back on my trembling lips

They cry silently for help

You hear no word slips

But you can feel I’ve yelled

So you finally catch my eyes

They shine, in desperation they lie

Rise above your shame

Disregard all that you find lame

They shine and cry

They dance with my hands

Clinging on my hair

Pluckin’ it up and high

Look at me

Notice me, see me

Love me, hate me

We exist and we express

Look to the other side

And open your eyes

So that you can see next door

See now? – We’ all under the same skies

Johannes Vermeer, Leitora à janela, 1657