Ex Machina
Meu processador de textos não conhece Shakespeare.
Ele empaca em maturescente,
para-me em Othello
e Desdêmona. Não constam
de seu vocabulário. Por outro lado
ele não questiona arrogância
e poder,
aceita traição,
ciúme e pesar,
incompreensivelmente. Estão na lista.
Lembro-me do rosto
do jovem assassino
na tela,
de outra noite.
Ele conhecia as palavras
arma e crime e prisão.
Até mesmo conhecia a palavra culpado,
mas quando a disse,
seus olhos estavam vazios.
Ex Machina
My word processor does not know Shakespeare.
It balks at ripeness, stops me at Othello
and Desdemona. They are not
in its vocabulary. On the other hand
it does not question arrogance and power,
accepts betrayal, jealousy and grief,
uncomprehending. They are on the list.
It balks at ripeness, stops me at Othello
and Desdemona. They are not
in its vocabulary. On the other hand
it does not question arrogance and power,
accepts betrayal, jealousy and grief,
uncomprehending. They are on the list.
I am reminded of
the face
of the young killer on the screen
the other night. He knew the words
gun and crime and prison.
He even knew the word guilty,
but when he said it, his eyes were blank.
of the young killer on the screen
the other night. He knew the words
gun and crime and prison.
He even knew the word guilty,
but when he said it, his eyes were blank.
