DÁDÁ suicidou-se e reencarnou XÉXÉ

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

XÉXÉ anteconcorda com o zézé do Teatro Praga: "Vamos acabar com a arte do quotidiano, com as colecções lá de casa. Vamos acabar com a parafísica. Vamos acabar com o jogo. Vamos acabar com a sorte. Vamos acabar com a anarquia. Vamos acabar com a exaustão e os criadores exaustos. Vamos acabar com o silêncio. Vamos acabar com as questões em torno do processo. Vamos acabar com as questões. Vamos acabar com os mistérios. Vamos acabar com o intertexto. Fim das metáforas. Vamos acabar com as posições 'anti-narrativa'. Vamos POR FAVOR acabar com as 'petites histoires', as historinhas. Vamos acabar com a ironia. Vamos acabar com a indeterminação. Isto não é ironia. Vamos acabar com a ironia. Eu não me estou a rir. Vamos acabar com as personagens. Vamos acabar com a estrutura. Vamos acabar com acabar –
- Escreve-me uma peça.
- Eu quero fazer de mim própria. Quero fazer de princesa.
(Escritor tenta suicidar-se com uma almofada "

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2 comments:

meldevespas said...: Só pra dizer que isto aqui é do cacete!!!!, caray tu és um/a alucinado/a......mas isso só pode ser saudável!!!; July 18, 2008 at 2:03 AM
Di said...: loooooool foda-se...eu tou aqui a rir-me sozinha!Esta merda do Xexe já me faz lembrar uma moca que tive em ácido e só me vinha a cabeça uma palavra....; November 8, 2010 at 3:31 AM

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