domingo, 19 de abril de 2009

Severino, o gato que mora na garagem

Eis Severino, o gato que mora na garagem. Olhar cabisbaixo, aparência fatigada e uma judiação excessiva para sua tenra idade.

Severino aqui chegou numa madrugada sem aviso prévio, pensaram que ele estava no telhado, porém a verdade é que o pobre animal habitava as folhagens dos jardins. Fugia de todos, desconfiado, arisco. Seu miado, porém, mais parecia um choro, na verdade um chamado. O que queria Severino? Atenção? Comida? Não sabem ao certo. Todas as noites seu escandaloso coral começava e todas as noites por conseqüência era alimentado.


A presença daquela pequena criatura foi ignorada por alguns, reclamada
por outros e apenas para uma pequena parte cuidada, protegida. Mas Severino continuou pelas redondezas, não sabem ao certo como ele chegou aqui, nem por que. Talvez tenha escutado por ai que esse era um bom lugar para gatos, talvez tenha seguido a sua intuição ou pode ter sido obra do grande acaso que gosta de pregar peças nas pessoas.

Após alguns dias, Severino se mudou para embaixo da escada, junto a entulh
os, coisas velhas, sem importância, descartáveis. E lá passou a ser alimentado. Depois foi gradualmente se mudando para a garagem e lá reside atualmente.

A canção desesperada de Severino ainda continua, embora em menor grau. Ele recebe comida várias vezes ao dia, porém ainda é contido, desconfiado, medroso, mesmo que já ensaie seus primeiros passos em direção a aqueles que o alimentam. Qual será o destino de Severino? Não sabem também.


Dessa história toda e da curta vida desse bicho nos resta uma questão: seria Severino um descrente das pessoas? Ou apenas um animal acometido? Por que sendo tão novo teria medo de humanos? O que lhe aconteceu? Ou é essa uma condição natural, é cético por excelência?


O fato engraçado é pensar que sem a comida diária que recebe talvez Severino não se arriscaria na sua tímida aproximação. Tudo isso seria então efeito da fome? Que como sabemos é de fato neg
ra. Ou ele seria só mais um agindo por interesse?

Interesseiro, ingênuo, inocente, medroso, covarde o que será na verdade Severino? Um grande subvertedor da ordem ou apenas mais um que nela está inserido? Ou até mesmo um grande manipulador que chegou de mancinho, se fazendo de coitado, desprotegido, que ganhou os jardins, a escada e a garagem. Qual será seu próximo passo? Eles não sabem.


É, o Severino sabe fazer as coisas, como todo bom gato faz.


sexta-feira, 10 de abril de 2009

Which side of the mirror?

Ruby opened her eyes, they were deep blue, but at that moment they seemed to be so empty, opaque. Then she looked up to the sky – gray, full of chaos and sadness – when the first rain drop fell and reached the ground with all the strength. Ethan was by her side, but he still slept sat on the bench.

Far from there, at the same time, Death was leaving the city of dead for one more job.

The city of dead stretch itself like some cobweb over the city of the ones who imagine to live. It’s invisible to the disregarded eyes, but its rotten smell reaches the noses of the ones who are out of the material illusion.

It was the end of the afternoon and Death kept its way through the stretch alleys made of stone. It walked bringing the rain, extending itself through the threads of the cobweb.

The first rain drop reached the floor when Death arrived next to Ruby, it stayed behind a tree, watching the couple, waiting.

Ethan and Ruby looked at the rain wondering if they wanted it to wash their doubts away. They could feel all the weight of the air, but if their doubts went away what would be in its place?

Their last memory was from three days before, while they were traveling at night, they listened to music and laughed. Ruby’s smiles were so pure, so honest, her eyes shone shiner than ever, in deep blue as the sea. Ethan looked at her, her red full hair were moving on her breast, she was so beautiful that he could hardly breath when he was next to her.

She held his hand tightly and suddenly both saw so much light outside the car, it was coming so fast that they just felt the crash and the car falling down out of the road.

Ethan and Ruby woke up on their porch; Death was there behind the tree, but they didn’t know. Both stayed in silence for some time, they knew something had changed.

Ethan held Ruby’s hand, she couldn’t feel the heat of his skin anymore. She looked at him and he had his lips contracted and such a hard expression, he couldn’t listen to the sound of her heart beats and her shine was lost inside some sadness layer.

Ruby couldn’t breath then, her throat was closed. Ethan then kissed her with all his fear, with all his despair. She received that with all her love and all her pain. They knew someone was dead, but who was that?

Finding out the truth could bring more tears, more pain. It could bring loneliness, it could mean the separation. They were full of fear, they didn’t want to say goodbye.

Ethan spoke and asked: “What is death?”, Ruby answered him: “Life and death are the sides of the same coin, one just makes sense with the other. One just exists because the other exists, like us. That is the beautiful thing Ethan, that’s the meaning. This life is a mirror, the outer part of the mirror. We can just see the reflexes of real life in the inner part, but the reflexes aren’t all the inner part. There are so many other things beyond these, but we just can’t see because we are out. When we go inside, a new world will be there for us. I won’t fear it, I just don’t want to loose you.”.

Ethan cried, he cried so loud, he cried all his soul. He was so nervous, so afraid, so white that Ruby stood up and held him. She said “I will protect you my little bird, I don’t feel fear anymore, I don’t feel pain, I’m ready to find out the truth.”.

Death then went out from the tree and walked slowly till them. Each step forward worked as a silver dagger in Ethan’s heart, but Ruby didn’t move, didn’t change. Death smiled, Ruby was still.

Death said: “Come with me, my lady. Dance with me, one unique last dance, climbing the hill.”. Its voice was so soft. Ruby then said: “I can see in your eyes that I’m not dead, but my soul is connected to you because he is dead, I can’t let him alone, I won’t do it. I accept your dance, you can have my soul, but my heart will follow him.”.

Death looked at Ethan who was fainted, then looked at strong Ruby and extended its hand to her. They had such a sad dance, but it let her free. She didn’t go up the hill. Ethan and she still were outside the mirror, together.

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2009

Looking for Jack

In the cemetery, sat on a bench, there was a girl. She was too skinny and too white, but her hair was straight and black, the darkest hair you could ever see. Her hair was tied with a ribbon, a red one, she took it from some bouquet.

- You are too young to read this, girl.

Anna smiled softly, looking at the book. Then, she lifted her eyes to the man who had said those words. He was about forty, tall, a little brunet and his hair was so dark as his eyes.

- Am I? “She said still laughing.” How old do you think I am?
- Something around fifteen. “He answered looking suspicious.”
- I’m not that young, even though I’m young. I’m eighteen. Did you read this?
- Once. “He said.”
- Did you like it?
- Not at the first time I read.
- But… You said you read this once, just once. “She asked intricate.”
- And you are right, it was a long time ago, and I was an idiot. The rest of the times I lived it. “His eyes were shining.”
- So… this book is part of your soul. “She said in such a serious way.”
- A great part of it. “He smiled.” Can I sit?
- Yes, you can.

He sat next to her, someway, he was too nervous.

- So, were you an idiot one day?
- Yes, I was. “He was laughing”
- When?
- I was in the beginning of my twenties. I was a boy, a proud one without many feelings.
- How did you change?
- I met a girl, she was sat on a bench, as you are now. She was reading and she was just like you reading… you are untouchable, the world can’t reach you. You are here, in this ordinary life, but you are not at the fantasy world either. You couldn’t be, you aren’t dreaming, at least not just it. You are not in the world of the books, the stories. So you are somewhere in the middle of these three worlds.

Anna was curious about him.

- And this girl taught me about life, feelings, dreams, love and passion. She gave me this, “T. S. Eliot Poetry”. “He was pointing to the girl’s book.” Exactly this one, the one you are holding.

Anna was confused.

- So, are you Jack? “Anna asked surprised.”
- Yes, I’m Jack. “He answered looking down, to his feet.”
- I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I’m tired, can you take me home? “She seemed so poorly saying that.”
- I didn’t know about you, till this morning when I receive Sarah’s letter. Why did she leave me?

At that time one tear dropped from his eyes.

- It was her destiny, nobody and nothing could hold her. I couldn’t either, so now she is dead. So please, take me home, you should take care of me now, as if we could go back eighteen years ago. I just can’t go on pretending that I’m strong and everything is ok.

Anna stood up, she had no shine inside her eyes anymore, her skin was pale and cold. Jack stood up too, his soul was somehow crashed, relieved and hopeful. Anna looked at him, then she fainted in his arms. Jack took her till his house, in his arms, looking how she was pretty, fragile and sweet. Even though he had never known about her before that day, he knew she had been already beloved by him, her father.