Status Updates From The Obscene Madame D

Está quase impossível de terminar esse livro, escrita totalmente sem nexo.

“paixão é a grossa
artéria jorrando volúpia e ilusão, é a boca que pronuncia o
mundo, púrpura sobre a tua camada de emoções, escarlate
sobre a tua vida, paixão é esse aberto do teu peito, e também
teu deserto.”

a avó das nossas cantoras queer

“That too Madame D, that too. When I’m not here anymore, are you listening? when I’m not anymore, avoid silence, obscurity, seek the gesture, the caress, an other, find yourself an other, that he may know your body as I knew it, teach him if he reveals himself to be timid and awkward, search for your salvation, incite the spirit to a long voyage, push away the spirit”

“do you want me? 
of course
I ask if you love me, Hillé
questions again and always questions, as though it were simple, this thing, loving, as if the breast knew of this adornment, how can I know if the soul doesn’t understand?
the soul feels
it’s flesh that feels”

I wanted to escape, Ehud, my mouth constantly starved for your mouth, life was splendor and marvel, unparalleled glimmer when you touched me, and sinister and hiccuping and nothingness when you were absent
lama sabactani

Someone, name of no one 
this one is nothing
this one yes is someone

“Why am I called Hillé, and why am I on this Earth? I learned to name a great number of things, learned the names of a great number of people, but there must be a slew of things that have no name and yet they never cease to be what they are, and me if I weren’t Hillé who would I be? Someone feeling and observing the world"

“what is Time like, Ehud, in the hole where you are now dead? how does Time live in that hole? Darkness and spew, suddenly, sparks of a thousand colors, what is the Time the swollen, the worm, the fetid like? The fetid, what is it? What becomes of Time in the moistness of the ditch? I am asking the Mad Child: are You there with Ehud? Death, fetid, worm, ditch, swelling, are they all a part of You?”