Há algum tempo, num dia muito zangado, escrevi "Há dias aos quais não se sobrevive / intacto, e em que museus e catedrais / são coisas que fizemos mas não merecemos." Hoje Wisława Szymborska respondeu-me, com o seu poema "Vermeer".
"So long as that woman from the Rijksmuseum
in painted quiet and concentration
keeps pouring milk day after day
from the pitcher to the bowl
the World hasn’t earned
the world’s end."
in painted quiet and concentration
keeps pouring milk day after day
from the pitcher to the bowl
the World hasn’t earned
the world’s end."