enough quotations.
i have a story to tell:

1.

(at the Savage Garden Casino)

I'm just walking around the place. People gambling, excited faces mingled with disappointed ones in the crowd.
I play with the chip i have in my hand, why, it's just a piece of plastic, isn't it?
So why can't I let it go? I can't even put it in my pocket - I've always had this thing with pockets. Can't seem to trust them enought to put anything valuable in them. And it annoys me that when I do put something in them I have to keep on checking every now and then to see if the thing hasn't fallen out. So sweet. So weak.
The chip is making my hand sweat. Or maybe something else is.

Who cares? The important thing is that I am here because I chose to. Nobody is obliged to go to a casino, and if you choose to go to one you're a gambler - maybe you don't want to admit it, but that's the truth. Well, I'm a gambler. I've learned to love myself both for my virtues and my sins, and they're not few. Like a friend said once: I love being the devil that I am. But here I go quoting others again. And this is my story.

Arthur é um nome bem estranho para um artista louco sergipano.
E bispo, ainda. Ceus.

Quando mais nada existir que valha
A pena de viver e a dor de amar
E quando nada mais interessar
(Nem o torpor do sono que se espalha)
Quando, pelo desuso da navalha
A barba livremente caminhar
E até Deus em silêncio se afastar
Deixando-te sozinho na batalha
A arquitetar na sombra a despedida
Do mundo que te foi contraditório
Lembra-te que afinal te resta a vida
Com tudo que é insolvente e provisório
E de que ainda tens uma saída
Entrar no acaso e amar o transitório.