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“Then Nuvoleta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuée Nuée! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream (for a thousand of tears had gone eon her and come on her and she was stout and struck on dancing and her muddied name was Missisliffi) there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears (I mean for those crylove fables fans who are ‘keen’ on the prettypretty commonface sort of thing you meet by hopeharrods) for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I’ se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!” (*)

(*) Então Nuvoletta refletiu pela última vez em sua leve e longa vida e minguou todas as miríades de pensamentos num só. Cancèulou todos os compromissos. Subiu pelos baluastros: gritou num núvil nominho ninfantil : Nuée! Nuée! Um tule onduleou. Ela passou. E dentro do rio que fora uma corrente (pois milhares de lágrimas tinham ido por ela e vindo por ela que era dada e doida pela dança e seu apelodo era Missisliffi) cai uma lágrima, minúltima lágrima, a mais leve de todas as lágrimas (falo para os fãs de fábulas de radioamor, lunávidos pelo ar vulgar de estrelas de celenovela) pois esta era a milágrima. Mas o rio escorregou lago por ela, sorvendo-a de um trago, como se mágua fosse água: Ora, ora, ora! Quem quer chora, quem não quer vai-se embora!

( James Joyce РTradṳ̣o : Haroldo de Campos )

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