Francisca Page #3

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lights that brighten his world.

- Let him pass.

- I thought you were his friend.

Friendship does not preclude

the ungratefulness of lucidity.

I am ungrateful, perhaps.

But without any infamy.

He has told me once:

"My existence shall not be long".

To think of death at the age of 25

is either poetry or a crime.

- Is he your friend?

- He paid my debts

and saved from death.

That doesn't mean that he's my friend.

He who knows what a friend is

will know what a soul is.

The soul is not a chair that you

offer to a visit. The soul is...

- Is?

- The soul is a vice.

- What?

- Don't treat me like an ignorant.

One can be innocent

without being ignorant.

My God! In your face I can read

curiosity, compassion,

offended dignity,

fear of your own candor

or of the intention of manly courage.

Everything that ends in pernicious love.

Pernicious...

A soul is not a chair

that you offer to a visit... A soul is

The soul is a vice.

- What?

- Don't treat me like an ignorant.

One can be innocent

without being ignorant.

My God! In your face I can read

curiosity, compassion,

offended dignity,

fear of your own candor

or of the intention of manly courage.

Everything that ends in pernicious love.

Pernicious...

- How is the ball?

- The ball is magnificent.

I don't dance and I don't like

the music, it's true.

I was born to be a judge,

in Terras do Bouro,

where b*tches mate

with wolves.

I don't belong in this society.

Here, digestion is easy

and spirits are witty.

Spirit is something

you don't lack, Camilo.

And you will die an independent man,

all bitten by your genius

and smallpox,

as they say.

And sing the poems of Cames

every time

I am called to testify

in favor of my century.

Can you see that woman over there?

It is Raquel, married to man

twenty-five years older

than her. She has fourteen lovers,

as far as it is known, but all sceptical

poets in Oporto love her.

When each of their victories

in the obtention of this woman's

favors represents

nothing but defeat.

Taken by jealousy and all the

mistakes of rivalry's prejudices,

they all end up as deserters,

yet not being unfaithful to her.

But have you also been her lover?

I've been indiscrete...

For indiscretion or frivolity,

I let her read a letter

that Maria had written to me.

She returned it to me and said:

"I could never challenge you to

exchange letters.

When written, these things

should be prohibited".

- You were imprudent!

She is a beautiful woman,

with a thick mouth and the

dull skin of creole women.

You were fascinated

with the prestige of being her lover,

but, in fact, you avoided

provocative encounters.

I pretended to respect her, something

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