sexta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2008

Guarda-Livros (II)

5 comentários:

J J disse...

Há muita gente que associa os gatos pretos a má sorte...
Não poderão alguns espírítos mais timoratos, ao ver este atravessar-se à sua frente, afastarem-se deste blogue?

João B. Serra disse...

Oh, espero bem que não. No Luxemburgo, de onde é originário este gato guarda-livros, os gatps pretos são sinal de boa sorte.

Anónimo disse...

-What's your name?
-Guarda-Livros!

Contudo...:
"The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three
different names.

First of all, there’s the name
that the family use daily,
Such as Victor, or Jonathan,
George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names
if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen,
some for the dames;
Such as Plato, Admetus,
Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you,
a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that is peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he
keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers,
or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind,
I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quazo or Coripat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellyrum–
Names that never belong
to more than one cat.

But above and beyond
there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you will never guess;
The name
that no human research can discover–
But The Cat Himself Knows,
and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought,
of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name"

T.S.Eliot

João B. Serra disse...

Obrigado, Manuela, por aqui trazer este magnífico poema de T. S.Eliot.
Do Luxemburgo, de facto vieram 3 gatos guarda-livros: o amarelo, o preto (já apresentados) e o azul (que foi guardar os livros da minha amiga Ana Martinha).

Anónimo disse...

Uma peça muito bonita, independentemente das cores.