NOTÍCIA DE ÚLTIMA HORA: CRISTÓVÃO DE AGUIAR DESPEDIU-SE HOJE DO BLOGUE "A DESTREZA DAS DÚVIDAS".

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Pré - publicação de excerto do livro: Miguel Torga o "Lavrador das Letras", de Cristóvão de Aguiar. (Português, Inglês e Espanhol)

Coimbra, November 21st, 1994

The Catholic Church is resolute in converting the heretical author of A Criação do Mundo. (The Creation of the World). It would not be enough the visit of priests, friends of his or mere acquaintances. The Hierarchy understood that for an atheist of a magnitude of Torga only a bishop would suit. In addition, it sent to the hospital a prelate of that status in order to try to convert the Poet… “You know, doctor, God is our Father only one word of yours would be enough for me to give you the absolution. Think, doctor, God is our Father and only one word of yours and…” “Nonsense, sir, I do not need your absolution, not even it would be of any use to me: I will die like this ─ coherent with the life I always lead”…

(Written in English by Cristóvão de Aguiar)


Coimbra, 21 de Nobiembro 1994

La Iglesia Católica resolvió convertir al autor herético de "A Criação do Mundo" (La Creación del Mundo). No sería bastante la visita de sacerdotes, de sus amigos o de meros conocidos. La jerarquía entendía que para un ateo de la magnitud de Torga solamente le satisfaría un obispo... Además, envió al hospital a un prelado de ese estado para intentar convertir al poeta… "Usted lo sabe doctor, Dios es nuestro padre, basta solamente una palabra suya para darte la absolución. Piénselo doctor , Dios es nuestro padre y solamente una palabra suya y…" "…..No, eso es Absurdo, señor, no necesito su absolución, no me serviria de nada , Moriré así ,coherente con la vida que siempre llevé"…

(La traduction en Espanol es de José António Caparros que gentilmente hay enviado por e-mail).


Coimbra, 21 de Novembro de 1994

A Igreja Católica está apostada em converter o herege de A Criação do Mundo. Já não lhe bastava a visita de padres, seus amigos ou conhecidos. A Hierarquia entendeu que, para um ateu da grandeza de Torga, só um bispo... E enviou ao hospital um prelado dessa categoria para o tentar converter... “Sabe, senhor doutor, Deus é Pai e bastaria uma só palavra sua para eu lhe dar a absolvição. Pense, senhor doutor, Deus é Pai, bastava uma palavrinha sua e...” “Qual Pai, senhor, não preciso da sua absolvição, nem ela me valia de nada, hei-de morrer assim, coerente com a vida que sempre levei”...

(Cristóvão de Aguiar)


_Consegui convencer o Escritor a deixar-me publicar este excerto, até agora inédito…

I, ISLANDER, CONFESS MYSELF, by CRISTÓVÃO DE AGUIAR

My emigration was not as complete as those of my parents, grandparents and other closer or further relatives: A part-time or permanent Islander always has someone who is his extension who represents him on the other side of the sea. The emigration I undertook always had a metaphorical nature, as suits a writer or a poet, which does not mean it was less real or painful.
Bashful, I raised anchor from my Island in a third-class cabin, heading for Coimbra, the University City. And like real emigrants, I, too, was not able to cut the umbilical cord which she, the Island, always wrapped me in. You can say I emigrated to within, and this “within”, in the course of life, came to have a physical and psychological meaning. The physical one everybody senses as soon as I open my mouth. It is immediately clear that I am a part of the diversity which came to give unity to the well-kept house that is our way of speaking.
I have three places of writing: Coimbra, the Island, and America. In America I write like this: “The hours are more spaced. An expectant silence can be felt in the atmosphere. If it is about to snow, all of Nature shrinks. Everything quietens, waiting for it, like in writing. It stars by opening an instant which is lightened by silence. Then it condenses into flaccid word flakes, and very slowly covers the sheet of the page […]. I have been going to the cemetery to water the flowers I planted at my father’s head. I then sit on the grass, scrupulously mowed, and this, though it does not appear so, makes me place some feelings, still in tears, in their places” […]. In Coimbra: “October ran trailing an autumn drunk in colours and I, who had arrived with an intense smell of sea on my body, remember having felt lost in this expanse of land and land. On the nights in which the bells of the heart tolled in tune, I would grab myself and go to the Penedo da Saudade (the rock of homesickness). I would enter that sanctuary, not to add another verse to those that were already engraved there, but merely to loosen the eyes down the hill in front, that of the Picoto (peak of a mountain). It is filled with uneven sown lights. At a certain point, in the middle, there was a row of them so symmetrical, or was it me that gave them symmetry, for a hair’s breath like the lights of the Island’s dock. On the Island, at another time, I write like this: “All seems wrong already ─ the weather, the people who no longer fit in my affection, the house humid from not being lived-in. Then the spectres start to haunt me […] I go to the cemetery and see on the family grave the portraits of my grandparents and my aunts and uncles […]. I rake my memory and see my brothers and uncles and many others, absent to the land of emigration (some of them call it the Promise Land. Thus, I only feel well when going […]. The village where I was born still shows very living steps to my Golgotha. There, I can achieve neither the peace nor the quiet which I so desire […]

Cristóvão de Aguiar

Published in the Magazine Azorean Spirit
SATA (Air Azores) ─ Summer 2006

Miguel Torga, "Lavrador das Letras" por Cristóvão de Aguiar, in Correio da Manhã, 06-08-2007

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Artigo introdutório da semana comemorativa do Centenário do Nascimento de Miguel Torga, promovida pelo jornal Correio da Manhã.

A próxima publicação de Cristóvão de Aguiar intitula-se: Miguel Torga o "Lavrador das Letras" e será editado pela Almedina.

BREVEMENTE.

"À Mesa d'A Brasileira" (Cultura Política e Bom Humor"), do Dr. Alberto Vilaça

Cristóvão de Aguiar é referenciado nas páginas 82, 138, 140 e 205.

Dr. Alberto Vilaça, Pequena Antologia de Poesia de Autores Portugueses Contra o Racismo e o Colonialismo "Para o Mundo de Todos os Homens"

Esta "pequena" antologia poética, editada pelo Núcleo de Coimbra do Conselho Português para a Paz e Cooperação, integra poemas de Joaquim Namorado, António Gedeão, Francisco Delgado, Egito Gonçalves, Fernando Assis Pacheco, Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão, Manuel Alegre, José Afonso (Zeca Afonso) e Cristóvão de Aguiar.

Agradeço à Natércia Vilaça, muito sensibilizado pela lembrança, a oferta desta raridade, cuja existência desconhecia.

Poema "TANTO MAR" de Manuel Alegre, dedicado a Cristóvão de Aguiar. Ilha do Pico - 27.07.2006

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TANTO MAR

A Cristóvão de Aguiar, junto
do qual este poema começou a nascer.

Atlântico até onde chega o olhar.
E o resto é lava
e flores.
Não há palavra
com tanto mar
como a palavra Açores.

Pico 27.07.2006

Manuel Alegre

IMAGENS DA CONFERÊNCIA DO DOUTOR CARLOS ANDRÉ, SOBRE A OBRA DE CRISTÓVÃO DE AGUIAR 25-SET-2007

Ideias concertadas,Carlos André e Ana Paula Arnaut

Eloísa Alvarez, Cristóvão de Aguiar, Carlos André, António Arnaut, Alferes.

Gostei.

O DOUTOR CARLOS ANDRÉ DISSERTA SOB O TEMA "CRISTÓVÃO DE AGUIAR: UMA RAIZ POR ACHAR" HOJE, 25 - SET - 07, NA LIVRARIA ALMEDINA-ESTÁDIO

LIVRARIA ALMEDINA ESTÁDIO CIDADE DE COIMBRA,HOJE DIA 25 de SETEMBRO, ÀS 21H00.
A DISSERTAÇÃO DO PROFESSOR DOUTOR CARLOS ANDRÉ TAMBÉM TERÁ COMO MOTE OS LIVROS RAIZ COMOVIDA, PASSAGEIRO EM TRÂNSITO E A TABUADA DO TEMPO

MARCELO REBELO DE SOUSA ANUNCIOU "A TABUADA DO TEMPO", PRÉMIO MIGUEL TORGA - CIDADE DE COIMBRA, NO PROGRAMA “AS ESCOLHAS DE MARCELO”, 23 - 09 - 07

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