She was a pretty little girl living in a pretty big world. Full of dreams she was. Princesses, witches, princes. She had all the ingredients for her perfect fairy tale. As growing up, her innocence was compromised by the scary world she realized she was living in. How come those fairy tales couldn't become real?
Reality. What an enigmatic word. What is the limit for it? What really determines what is real and what is not? Her mind was disturbed by the obscurity of her deepest thoughts. Life was no longer a safe place for her inner child. Lonely she was. Even if surrounded by people. The more she appealed to reason the emptier she felt.
Hollow. No feelings. No emotions. No anything. She lived her life as in a play. A Greek tragedy. A divine spectacle with no spectators but herself and the gods of the Olympus.
The final act. An uptight atmosphere. Silence. No applause. The curtains finally closed.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The man from the alley
It was a dark moonless rainy night. I was walking alone – yes, I know it was a stupid thing for a girl to do, but I was near home and coming from the grocery store. Suddenly, I heard a shot. The noise came from an alley nearby. I was paralyzed, scared to death but somehow I knew someone needed my help. I decided to hide for the shooter not to see me but nobody left the alley and that was a one-way alley. I waited for about five minutes, or at least I thought so, and nothing happened. So I went to the alley. There, I saw a body lying on the dirty asphalt. I was about to call for help when a voice said: “Please, don't call anyone!”
“Why not?” I asked. “You were shot, you definitely need help!”
“No I wasn't.” He answered.
“What?”
Then I realized he wasn't bleeding, he only had some bruises. I looked around to verify if there was another body lying on the ground but there wasn't any. So the man got up and left. I left right after him running and asking him to stop but he wouldn't. So a car popped up out from nowhere and almost ran me over. I thanked the Lord for making its brakes work perfectly. I turned around and the man from the alley had gone. Then I thought it was time to go home, I was exhausted, scared and really confused. When I got home went quickly upstairs, washed my face and tried to get some sleep. That night I had the worst nightmare of my life. Ghosts, monsters, murderers...
I woke up terrified with a noise coming from the kitchen. I was drenched in sweat and my skin was cold but even so I took courage to go downstairs to check that scary noise. Step by step I was getting closer and closer to the kitchen. I glimpsed inside and saw a shadow passing in a rush through the door toward the laundry. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a knife – we never know, right? I followed the shadow into the laundry but there wasn't anybody there. I went to the living room and there he was, sitting on the couch, the man from the alley.
“What the hell are you doing here in my living room? How did you get in? How did you know where I live?”, I bombed him with questions.
“You brought me here!”, he said.
“No I did not!”
“Yes, you did. Last night when you found me in the alley. You didn't want to call for help and brought me here to take care of me and my bruises. Don't you remember that?”
Was I getting crazy? How could I have forgotten bringing a stranger to my house? No, I definitely brought nobody home. He was lying. But why? I had to buy some time to call the Police.
“Make yourself at home”, I said.
“Thank you.”
While he was sort of entertained with some photos in the portraits, I went to the kitchen and picked up the phone and tried to call the cops, but the phone wasn't working. Somebody had cut the phone line. HE had cut the wires. I went back to the living room and in order to keep control of the situation, I said I would see if the boy who delivers the newspaper had already passed by.
“On the table!”, he told me.
“Oh, thank you.”
That was when everything started to be more confusing than it already was. I was shocked when I read the first page: “BIG COMPANY CHAIRMAN'S KILLER FOUND DEAD LAST AFTERNOON” and below the headline there was a picture of a familiar man. My “guest” was the chairman's killer. And he was DEAD! But how? He seemed so alive to me and he was right there in my living room. Besides, he hadn't been shot and only had some bruises.
“Yes, I am dead”, he said as if he was answering my inner questions and thoughts. “I killed that poor rich man because I wanted his money. I had made a pact with the... you know. I wanted to be rich but I couldn't even get a job. So I was given the opportunity to get all I wanted in exchange of somebody's soul. But there was a condition in my contract when I made the pact. If I died before the first month after my wish come true, I would spend all eternity as a soul catcher. Two weeks after I had become a rich man, I was kidnapped by four men. They punched me a lot - that is why I got my bruises - and I died as a consequence of a brain concussion. Now I can choose my victims at random”, he was coming toward me, “I follow my victims and attract them by shooting a gun in a dark alley”, he was getting closer and closer, “Then, I confuse them and make them to be scared, and then I kill them. Guess who is my next victim? YOU!”
“Cut!”, shouted the director. “All right everybody, good job! We will continue tomorrow. So you are free to go. Thank you all and goodnight!”
“Why not?” I asked. “You were shot, you definitely need help!”
“No I wasn't.” He answered.
“What?”
Then I realized he wasn't bleeding, he only had some bruises. I looked around to verify if there was another body lying on the ground but there wasn't any. So the man got up and left. I left right after him running and asking him to stop but he wouldn't. So a car popped up out from nowhere and almost ran me over. I thanked the Lord for making its brakes work perfectly. I turned around and the man from the alley had gone. Then I thought it was time to go home, I was exhausted, scared and really confused. When I got home went quickly upstairs, washed my face and tried to get some sleep. That night I had the worst nightmare of my life. Ghosts, monsters, murderers...
I woke up terrified with a noise coming from the kitchen. I was drenched in sweat and my skin was cold but even so I took courage to go downstairs to check that scary noise. Step by step I was getting closer and closer to the kitchen. I glimpsed inside and saw a shadow passing in a rush through the door toward the laundry. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a knife – we never know, right? I followed the shadow into the laundry but there wasn't anybody there. I went to the living room and there he was, sitting on the couch, the man from the alley.
“What the hell are you doing here in my living room? How did you get in? How did you know where I live?”, I bombed him with questions.
“You brought me here!”, he said.
“No I did not!”
“Yes, you did. Last night when you found me in the alley. You didn't want to call for help and brought me here to take care of me and my bruises. Don't you remember that?”
Was I getting crazy? How could I have forgotten bringing a stranger to my house? No, I definitely brought nobody home. He was lying. But why? I had to buy some time to call the Police.
“Make yourself at home”, I said.
“Thank you.”
While he was sort of entertained with some photos in the portraits, I went to the kitchen and picked up the phone and tried to call the cops, but the phone wasn't working. Somebody had cut the phone line. HE had cut the wires. I went back to the living room and in order to keep control of the situation, I said I would see if the boy who delivers the newspaper had already passed by.
“On the table!”, he told me.
“Oh, thank you.”
That was when everything started to be more confusing than it already was. I was shocked when I read the first page: “BIG COMPANY CHAIRMAN'S KILLER FOUND DEAD LAST AFTERNOON” and below the headline there was a picture of a familiar man. My “guest” was the chairman's killer. And he was DEAD! But how? He seemed so alive to me and he was right there in my living room. Besides, he hadn't been shot and only had some bruises.
“Yes, I am dead”, he said as if he was answering my inner questions and thoughts. “I killed that poor rich man because I wanted his money. I had made a pact with the... you know. I wanted to be rich but I couldn't even get a job. So I was given the opportunity to get all I wanted in exchange of somebody's soul. But there was a condition in my contract when I made the pact. If I died before the first month after my wish come true, I would spend all eternity as a soul catcher. Two weeks after I had become a rich man, I was kidnapped by four men. They punched me a lot - that is why I got my bruises - and I died as a consequence of a brain concussion. Now I can choose my victims at random”, he was coming toward me, “I follow my victims and attract them by shooting a gun in a dark alley”, he was getting closer and closer, “Then, I confuse them and make them to be scared, and then I kill them. Guess who is my next victim? YOU!”
“Cut!”, shouted the director. “All right everybody, good job! We will continue tomorrow. So you are free to go. Thank you all and goodnight!”
Monday, March 14, 2011
Observação
Nossa, está cada vez mais complicado postar alguma coisa por aqui. A falta de tempo e o notebook quebrado me impedem de realizar meus planos. Enquanto tento acabar o texto no qual estou trabalhando "há séculos", aviso que os próximos 2 posts serão exclusivamente em inglês, pois são as versões originais de "O Homem do Beco" e "Tragédia Grega". Dito isso, enjoy them!
Sem mais. Por ora.
Sem mais. Por ora.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sem palavras (uau)!
Eu estava trabalhando em um texto novo mas, devido ao último acontecimento, sou forçada a mudar minhas prioridades...
No último domingo, 20 de fevereiro, minha amiga, a irmã dela, meu irmão e eu fomos ao show do PARAMORE em São Paulo. Não vou descrever como foi, o quanto eu gosto da banda, quantas músicas eles tocaram e etc. Só queria chamar sua atenção para um único fato: como a música CONECTA as pessoas. É maravilhoso ver um bando de adolescentes loucos lado a lado com jovens adultos, pais e avós (isso mesmo, avós!), cantando, pulando, dançando como se não houvesse amanhã. Provavelmente, aqueles pais e avós só estavam lá para acompanhar sua prole, mas o ambiente vibrante os contaminou mesmo que por apenas 5 minutos.
Para um fã, quando se espera 3 longos anos para ver sua banda favorita, é extremamente empolgante! Confesso que nunca pulei, cantei, gritei tanto na minha vida!
Para um artista, quando se espera 3 longos anos para ir ou voltar a um lugar onde as pessoas são apaixonadas por você, é extremamente empolgante! A banda pirou aquela noite (yes)!
Para um pai(ou avô) que leva seus filhos (ou netos) para ver sua banda favorita tocar, bem, existe coisa mais gratificante do que vê-los extremamente felizes?
Depois daquela noite eu não poderia fazer outra coisa senão olhar para o céu e agradecer a Deus! Obrigada pelo melhor momento da minha vida (até agora)! E obrigada, PARAMORE, por fazer parte disto: MINHA VIDA!
No último domingo, 20 de fevereiro, minha amiga, a irmã dela, meu irmão e eu fomos ao show do PARAMORE em São Paulo. Não vou descrever como foi, o quanto eu gosto da banda, quantas músicas eles tocaram e etc. Só queria chamar sua atenção para um único fato: como a música CONECTA as pessoas. É maravilhoso ver um bando de adolescentes loucos lado a lado com jovens adultos, pais e avós (isso mesmo, avós!), cantando, pulando, dançando como se não houvesse amanhã. Provavelmente, aqueles pais e avós só estavam lá para acompanhar sua prole, mas o ambiente vibrante os contaminou mesmo que por apenas 5 minutos.
Para um fã, quando se espera 3 longos anos para ver sua banda favorita, é extremamente empolgante! Confesso que nunca pulei, cantei, gritei tanto na minha vida!
Para um artista, quando se espera 3 longos anos para ir ou voltar a um lugar onde as pessoas são apaixonadas por você, é extremamente empolgante! A banda pirou aquela noite (yes)!
Para um pai(ou avô) que leva seus filhos (ou netos) para ver sua banda favorita tocar, bem, existe coisa mais gratificante do que vê-los extremamente felizes?
Depois daquela noite eu não poderia fazer outra coisa senão olhar para o céu e agradecer a Deus! Obrigada pelo melhor momento da minha vida (até agora)! E obrigada, PARAMORE, por fazer parte disto: MINHA VIDA!
Speechless (wow!)
I was working on a brand new text but due to the recent event, I am forced to change my priorities...
Last Sunday, February 20th, my friend, her sister, my brother and I went to PARAMORE's show in São Paulo, Brazil. I'm not going to describe how was it, how much I like them, how many songs they played and etc. I just want to draw your attention to one single fact: how music CONNECTS people. It's amazing to see a bunch of crazy teenagers, side by side, with young adults, parents and granparents (yes, there were some grandparents there!), singing, jumping, dancing as if there's no tomorrow. Probably, those parents and grandparents were there only to accompany there underage kids, but the vibrating atmosphere poisoned them even if it was only for 5 minutes.
For a fan, when you wait 3 long years to see your favorite band, it is extremely exciting! I confess I've never jumped, sung, screamed so much in my entire life!
For an artist, when you wait 3 long years to go or to go back to a place where people are passionate towards you, it is extremely exciting! The band went crazy that night (yay)!
For a parent (or a grandparent) who takes their kids (or grandkids) to see their favorite band playing, well, could anything be more gratifying than seeing their kids extremely happy?
After that night, I could do nothing but look at the sky and say thank you, God! Thank you for the best time of my life (so far)! And thank you PARAMORE, for making part of it: MY LIFE!
Last Sunday, February 20th, my friend, her sister, my brother and I went to PARAMORE's show in São Paulo, Brazil. I'm not going to describe how was it, how much I like them, how many songs they played and etc. I just want to draw your attention to one single fact: how music CONNECTS people. It's amazing to see a bunch of crazy teenagers, side by side, with young adults, parents and granparents (yes, there were some grandparents there!), singing, jumping, dancing as if there's no tomorrow. Probably, those parents and grandparents were there only to accompany there underage kids, but the vibrating atmosphere poisoned them even if it was only for 5 minutes.
For a fan, when you wait 3 long years to see your favorite band, it is extremely exciting! I confess I've never jumped, sung, screamed so much in my entire life!
For an artist, when you wait 3 long years to go or to go back to a place where people are passionate towards you, it is extremely exciting! The band went crazy that night (yay)!
For a parent (or a grandparent) who takes their kids (or grandkids) to see their favorite band playing, well, could anything be more gratifying than seeing their kids extremely happy?
After that night, I could do nothing but look at the sky and say thank you, God! Thank you for the best time of my life (so far)! And thank you PARAMORE, for making part of it: MY LIFE!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Ano novo, blog novo!
Eu sei, eu sei, faz um tempão que não posto nada por aqui. Mas estive pensando em várias mudanças para este blog. E nada me tirava da cabeça de que ele seria bilíngue a partir de 2011. É isso mesmo. Como não tenho usado o meu inglês, não queria esquecê-lo. Daí essa ideia ter surgido na minha cabeça. Os próximos posts serão sempre duplos: um em português e o outro em inglês. Os dois terão basicamente o mesmo conteúdo. Sinta-se à vontade para ler o que quiser.
Feliz Ano novo!
Feliz Ano novo!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Recordações
Lembro-me como se fosse ontem,
Das tardes que passava brincando de boneca,
Das horas vespertinas gastas com uma boa soneca,
Das guloseimas feitas por vovó aos montes.
Lembro-me como se fosse hoje,
Das primeiras aulas e do ABC,
Das matérias complicadas que tentava entender,
Das horas perdidas imaginando o perfeito futuro cônjuge.
Lembrarei de tudo isso amanhã?
Muita coisa levarei comigo eternamente.
Muita coisa deixarei para trás.
Lembranças de uma vida.
Lembranças de outrora.
Lembranças de um tempo que não volta mais...
30 de novembro de 2010
Das tardes que passava brincando de boneca,
Das horas vespertinas gastas com uma boa soneca,
Das guloseimas feitas por vovó aos montes.
Lembro-me como se fosse hoje,
Das primeiras aulas e do ABC,
Das matérias complicadas que tentava entender,
Das horas perdidas imaginando o perfeito futuro cônjuge.
Lembrarei de tudo isso amanhã?
Muita coisa levarei comigo eternamente.
Muita coisa deixarei para trás.
Lembranças de uma vida.
Lembranças de outrora.
Lembranças de um tempo que não volta mais...
30 de novembro de 2010
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