O meu herói
Hoje faria anos um dos meus heróis. Com a vossa autorização, fica um extracto de que eu especialmente gosto:
"I thought that it was strange to assume that it was abnormal for anyone to be forever asking questions about the nature of the universe, about what the human condition really was, my condition, what I was doing here, if there was really something to do. It seemed to me on the contrary that it was abnormal for people not to think about it, for them to allow themselves to live, as it were, unconsciously. Perhaps it's because everyone, all the others, are convinced in some unformulated, irrational way that one day everything will be made clear. Perhaps there will be a morning of grace for humanity. Perhaps there will be a morning of grace for me."
(extraído do "The Hermit", 1973)
Este meu herói chama-se Eugène Ionesco.
[Pedro Marques Lopes]