Margarida

“Em 1948, quando começaram a demolir as casas térreas para construir os edifícios, nós, os pobres que residíamos nas habitações coletivas, fomos despejados e ficamos residindo debaixo das pontes. É por isso que eu denomino que a favela é o quarto de despejo de uma cidade. Nós, os pobres, somos os trastes velhos.”
― Carolina Maria de Jesus, Quarto de Despejo: Diário de Uma Favelada

“What you think is the point is not the point at all but only the beginning of the sharpness.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

“On the beach, at dawn:
Four small stones clearly
Hugging each other.

How many kinds of love
Might there be in the world,
And how many formations might they make

And who am I ever
To imagine I could know
Such a marvelous business?

When the sun broke
It poured willingly its light
Over the stones

That did not move, not at all,
Just as, to its always generous term,
It shed its light on me,

My own body that loves,
Equally, to hug another body.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”
― James Baldwin