Primeiro amor - Samuel Beckett

(...) mas que diferença faz que um grito seja fraco ou forte? O que é preciso é que ele pare. Durante anos acreditei que eles iam parar. Agora não acredito mais. Teriam sido necessários outros amores, talvez. Mas o amor não se encomenda. Primeiro amor, Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett - Fragmento

I stay here, sitting, if I'm sitting, often I feel sitting, sometimes standing, it's one or the other, or lying down, there's another possibility, often I feel lying down, it's one of the three, or kneeling. What counts is to be in the world, the posture is immaterial, so long as one is on earth. To breathe is all that is required, there is no obligation to ramble, or receive company, you may even believe yourself dead on condition you make no bones about it, what more liberal regimen could be imagined, I don't know, I don't imagine.





from Texts for nothing , No 4

Samuel Beckett

Samuel Beckett - Try Again Fail Again Fail Better

Samuel Beckett - Try Again Fail Again Fail Better

Samuel Beckett

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining. Samuel Beckett