London

Quando regressei de Londres, comecei a escrever este texto:

Where to start? I really don’t know where to start…

I write in English because I feel it in English. It’s strange when you get to a city and you feel like you’ve never left it. I really do feel like these ten years meant nothing. I felt it like I had just left and was coming home from holidays. And it’s amazing how this comeback has touched me in so many different ways.

It was great having you guys with me. It was like we were all living there. I suppose our lives are all connected, you know? And more than ever I truly do believe that one day we’ll all share the same city. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in a year time, but someday. ‘Case we are bound to be.

“Technicolor” acquired a new meaning to me. I’ve written dozens of times how I feel about literature and soundtracks. I just never imagined that I could feel the same thing with paintings. Franz Kline in his “Meryon” has painted the story I’m writing. I actually imagine bringing it on stage with a scenario that hasn’t got anything else apart from the painting on the back. Everything seems to be about black and white.

Não o terminei e não o vou terminar. Porque é uma história sem fim. Londres é uma história sem fim. Obrigado pela casa, obrigado pela companhia, obrigado pelas visitas guiadas. E obrigado pela oferta de tudo isto para um futuro próximo. Sabem que vou aceitar, não sabem? ;)