Os Banhistas

Rebarba literária. Há 125 anos era assim, o erotismo:














"Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so alone.

She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.
(...)
Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,
You splash in the water, there, yet you stay stock still in your room.
(...)
The young men float on their backs,
Their white bellies bulge to the sun,
They do not ask who seizes fast to them ,
They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray."

Walt Whitman – Song of Myself