Do Banquete [18.04.2012 Oldenburg – Alemanha]

Acostumei-me a nada aguardar do pouco que a vida me poderia reservar. Então, cada golfada de ar é um banquete e cada pétala um manjar. Assim, as parcas oferendas que me concede o engenho nesta antecâmara de silêncio, guardo-as debaixo da pele até que o sangue as seduza ao seu fim.

Hoje, a noite que nada me prometera, trouxe-me mais do que eu aguardava – e tivemos que retornar a subir os degraus do palco porque os aplausos do que seria o fim não nos permitiam outra casa.

João Rui

Of the banquet [18.04.2012 Oldenburg – Germany] I’ve grown accustomed to wait nothing from the little that life could have in store for me. So, every breath of air is a banquet and every petal a feast. Thus, the small offerings my mind allows me in this room of silence, I keep them under my skin until the blood seduces them to their end. Today, the night, who had promised me nothing, brought me more than what I was waiting for – and we had to go back up the stairs to the stage because the applauses of what would be the end , did not allows us any other home. João Rui