o homem viu-me passar e parar por momentos para espreitar - muito de relance - os livros que ele tinha espalhado pelo chão. eram muitos. muitos não, alguns. encostados a uma das entradas do
hackney empire. era domingo. chovia. íamos a caminho de casa a pé. pela primeira vez fomos a pé de brick lane para casa. brick lane > columbia flower market > hackney city farm > hackney central > lea riverside > hackney marshes > leyton. ouvi-o chamar por mim. estava de costas para ele. era por mim. ignorei. continuei. a J ficou para trás e ele disse-lhe: 'give him this book'. não fui para trás. para quê? peguei no livro e li o título:
e depois li isto:
"Did he walk through unfamiliar districts? Some man, in passing, bumped against is shoulder in a crowded street. Was it yesterday? Today? Where was it? It must have been far from his room. He walked by couples embracing like young trees that take root in the sky and are laden with stars. He passed a woman who asked him... He did not answer her. He had not heard what she said. He had only heard sounds. He had not even seen her. Had he really passed her? He heard noises...noises."in
The Book Of Questions by Edmond Jabès, ed. Wesleyan, trad. Rosmarie Waldrop, pag.49
