Tenho pressa porque somos tipo zero*

Tenho pressa, quero atravessar sobre o abismo presente, do passado para o Futuro.

Sala das mulheres de parto
Mulheres mais pobres de Berlim
- em quarto e meio treze filhos,
reclusas, putas, marginais -
gemem aqui, ventre a torcer-se.
Em parte alguma se uiva assim.
Em parte alguma à dor, desdita,
mais indiferença pode ver-se,
aqui há sempre algo que grita.

«Mulher, avie-se! Tá a perceber?
Não está aqui para o prazer.
Nem deixe as coisas arrastar-se
se nesse aperto vai borrar-se!
Não está aqui para o descanso.
Não vem por si. Dê-lhe um avanço!»
Ei-lo: pequeno e arroxeado.
De mijo e fezes vem untado.

De onze camas, sangue e choro,
sai gemedeira em saudação.
Só de dois olhos rompe um coro
de aleluias que ao céu cão.

Tudo esta peça de carne há-de
conhecer: dor, felicidade.
E se o estertor um dia exala
inda há mais doze nesta sala.

 

Gottfried Benn
50 poemas
Relógio D'Água, 1998
Tradução de Vasco Graça Moura

*

"Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Overman--a rope over an abyss.

A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an OVER-GOING and a DOWN-GOING.

I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.

I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Overman may hereafter arrive.

I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Overman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Overman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as spirit over the bridge.

I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.

I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always bestows, and desires not to keep for himself.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: "Am I a dishonest player?"--for he is willing to succumb.

I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going.

I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goes he willingly over the bridge.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things that are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is the OVERMAN.--”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra