Eu, ela, o cão e o affair redivivo - Rodrigo Carneiro

(Steven "Jesse" Bernstein) I live on a street where there are many many cars and trucks and factories that pump and bang and grind all night and day. It is a miracle that I can write poetry or sleep or talk on the telephone or that my lover will visit me here. There is so much noise. Every few minutes a jet comes in low or a prop job swings down like a kamikaze. There is an airport at the end of my street. The new age people say that you choose all these things -- choose the cars and trucks and airplanes -- me and all of my neighbors. Maybe this is true; maybe we can't live without all this goddamn noise. Maybe I need the noise to write poems make love and eat. I'm going to hang a sign out my window that says: More Noise Please! or: Thank You for Making Noise! Maybe we are the kind of people who need to have what we don't want just to get along, to do the basic things. Myself, I could not sleep last night, and I could not close the window, either. I tried to tear ...