sexta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2008

Canto nonagésimo

Estou passandopela mesmo ru esquisita de sempre.
Infinita e pouco pura.
Estende-se por mim.
E me vou andando.
Pisando em minhas pedras.

Aí que me dá um cansasso.
De tanta pedra que meu corpo dá.
E quanta pedra tem pra catá!

Tem mesmo estrada que se tem de limpar?

quinta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2008

The Phantom of the Opera

There is this movie that I have been watching more than I'm suppose to. The Phantom of The Opera.
A film that have this magic about good and the bad that is wonderful. Just because it doesn't have what we call Manichaeism. The Phantom, the char that is the title, is just what we call a "victim" bad guy. I mean, he is a freak. But he also have something that is charming and good; by the point he just not harm Miss Christine Daee, the princes of the movie. One of that princess that are just not much intelligent, but, certainly, very beautiful. If I were her i would stay with the Angel of Music, The Phantom, just because he is, as the name, "of the music". But this is not my point.
The point is; what is a bad guy? Are there people who really are bad? Who really doesn't want to see someone ok? Just because of it? A men in French, too many years ago said that we are all fruit of the society. Do we believe in that? This dubious chair that has bored with a horrible face and is execrated for society is just fruit of it. It’s in the movie. His case is really specific. I don’t mean that I have met a Phantom in my life, because of course not. I mean: Wow! Including myself, what dam society we have built for doing it with simple possibly to mold babies? We have not this right!
We have not the right of say our own rules and don’t allow them escape so severely. Because something like the Phantom of the Opera or the killer of the park can appear. Or maybe just someone who creates it’s own truth and struggles to protect itself, self hurting and others. Just being called a strange person. I’m sorry. Apologizing for the part of society that is my fault. Why am I writing it in English? Somehow, tell my fillings, the true ones, if not in a poem, sound better in a language that not everybody around is able to understand. Am I defending myself? Everybody has it part. Behind an aggressor there’s always anagressed.