Bulge II

30 de Janeiro de 2009, sexta-feira. Caren said “Luis! That's why I love you! Are you telling me the truth? Don't lie, be honest...I need to edit it a whole lot more. Do you get it? The storyline I mean? Give me some details!” So let’s do it. I agree it still need edition. I consider it like a Beta version. Regardless, the story picked me up, transport me to places I’ve never been before, showed to me people Human, that goes trough situations that we all do. When I first started the reading and didn’t new either the characters or the story, I was expecting a lot from Mattel. She made me love her in the first lines. It was a character that had everything to be a heroin. It’s like if she was mend for higher scores in the course of life. So her path was bitter to me. When we love someone, we want the better for. Salim, could easily be a gangster and be killed or turn into a well succeeded business man. That was easy and expected. Anyone could have written that story. Where I think the magic start is when you gave to the most important, a sad destiny, without glory or violence, or without anything that made them be special. I mean, what made this characters be so special, is that they are not special at all. This direction you gave to de story, it’s like a cruel description of life, in our days. We’re just parts of the all. We’re pieces of the machine. Back to the Book! I think you only could be so cruel to Mattel, in the end, because you loved her too. You can’t be so sarcastic, to who is indifferent to you. To me, this story is not a story of lesbians or black people or middle class folks. Or Harlem, or Texas… I’ve felt’ it like a story of life, with people struggling for their chance, and to whom life is a bitch. This is the story of us all. We’re not mending to be heroes, villains or news in eight o’clock bulletin, we’re just ordinary folks, doing what everybody does. And that fact, although leaves a bitter taste in the mouth, is what makes me like more of the text. I’ve felt in the skin with pain, when you gave, specially to this characters, a destiny so humiliate, so ordinary. There are two different approaches to tell a story. You can make a story of Superheroes, or ordinary people. You can be sweet or can be hard. You can be pretentious and tell us a message or let us pick up our one. I understand that most authors - as owners of the text until it’ s published - take profit of and want to tell us about. If I was asked for, I would say, what I understood, is that “Life’s a bitch”.

Anos do Zé Manel - Ao vivo e a cores

O Zé teve uma surpresa como nunca esperou, aqui em Sélibaby. Um bolo de aniversário, com velas e tudo. Até cantámos os Parabéns a Você.

Novo inquilino na casa - Xapi

Xapi chega a casa e encontra o Papiss. Já somos 6 aqui.

Messias e Papiss divertem-se

Bulge

“…She sang her alms. The alms for living a life that swelled and bulged, her suffocating habits and livelihood, distributing struggles. She sang. And when she sang people passed by, they passed in the moment, passing around moments, exchanging experiences, experiencing experience, where life was lost in living. She didn’t notice them passing. She didn’t notice the stares. She chose not to notice. …”
“…So she smiled to herself and she felt good. She didn’t know that she wanted to have children but she always felt that was something people did. That was just what you did. …”
I’ve experienced a lot of mixed feelings, reading this novel. Reminded me all, that I know, from the author’s existence. All that we’ve, been through. Someone founds life’s a bitch. But we can’t give it up. The struggle for each one’s place on this earth. The fact that there’s always someone more unfortunate than us. It seems that we are close to the characters of this episode, so explained are their inner doubts, their secret wishes and their miseries. Who as such a gift, sooner or later will be recognized? Although I’m not fluent in the language, I’ve felt in the middle of the scenario, like if I was there to. Thanks Caren, for the trust, and the honor of being one of the first readers of your novel.

Anos do Zé Manel

19 de Janeiro de 2009, segunda-feira. Faltam poucos minutos para a meia-noite, o Zé Manel faz anos amanhã, ou seja daqui a vinte minutos… Já temos o bolo preparado e “velas”, ele vai ter uma grande surpresa. O Papiss é motivo de romaria à nossa porta, toda a gente o quer ver. O macaquito é um espectáculo. As férias de Natal passaram depressa demais. Custa voltar aqui, cada vez mais. O nosso refeitório vai de mal a pior. Infelizmente já não acredito que isto tenha remédio. O que me vai valendo são as saladas, com os vegetais aqui do meu “jardin”. Houve uma visita do ministro das obras públicas a Selibaby, este fim-de-semana. Ficou algo desapontado com o andamento dos trabalhos. Pudera… A base da parabólica já foi chumbada hoje, amanhã vamos montar a antena, veremos se rapidamente temos a televisão a trabalhar aqui em casa.
26 de Janeiro de 2009, segunda-feira. Só hoje vieram montar a parabólica, vamos ver se amanhã temos televisão…

De regresso a Sélibaby

Ano Novo, Vida Nova.
Eis-nos em 2009. O ano de todas as crises. As anunciadas. As previsiveis. As inesperadas. Pior perspectiva não pode haver. No entanto há esperança em algo de positivo. Depois da tempestade vem a bonança. Depois das férias de Natal, em Portugal, onde pude matar saudades daqueles que amo. Veio o regresso a Sélibaby. Viemos 18 desde Dakar. No autocarro que aqui vemos. Muito bom. Almoçámos em Ourossogui no hotel Oasis du Fouta. Na viagem de ida almoçámos em Richard Toll, no hotel La Gite D'etape, esse sim espectacular, recomendo sem reservas a todos. E por fim já a trabalhar, a marcar um pilar na OA 76, em Tachott. Feliz 2009. Que seja o primeiro ano duma série melhor que os últimos do Sec XX e primeiros deste século.