I've always approach to
Beethoven with careful. He can be very dangerous. For instance, the first time
I went to the Municipal Theater of Rio listen to one of your symphonies, the
principal piano broke up after the first movement. This happened one more time
when I was there with my sister and mother. So strange… And the first time I've
heard Der Sturm, I was making a cake in my little apartment in Rio. Suddenly,
I've realized that was Beethoven 'cause the phone ringed right after I've
started mix it, the spoon fell off, my hands were disgusting, it was raining
for all weekend, and after run to pay attention to the name of the track on the
radio (I've never pick up the phone), I've forgotten the yeast. It was
Beethoven, I was sure.
On pourrait dire non, mais en fait j'ai toujours une
petite obsession par des pieds qui marchent vite sur un sole inconnue. Je pourrais
dire que ça c'est tout à fait raisonnable, une fois que je ne me suis jamais
arrêté nul part, d'ailleurs, même sur une terrain inconnue. Parfois, j'ai
l'impression que je juste marche en-dessus des choses. Sans jamais enlever mes
chaussures pour y sentir la terre. Et c'est juste là où ça commence mes
tempêtes à moi.
Em apenas dois dias, o tempo em Strasbourg se transformou
de um outono perfeito pra um inverno concreto. Dois dias. E eu, que nunca sai
do verão?
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