quinta-feira, 28 de maio de 2009

"C'est si bon"

May 28th, Thursday. There are so many things to say, that there’s no words enough in the world to say it. Can’t understand how I’ve left my expectations behind. All I wanted to achieve, all my dreams… How was it possible close them for twenty years in the inaccessible bottom of my mind? Was it necessary to come in a place that’s maybe the closest thing to hell, to free your mind? To remember you, your youth goals? This place mess with your guts, that’s a fact! Remembers you that all you take for granted isn’t so. Brings feelings from deep insight, to first row. Already described it as Heaven, because makes you appreciate small things and gestures and people and actions and…
I feel alive as I didn’t for ages. Just for that, coming here was best thing I could have done. The littlest thing as a special significance. I’m relearning to taste. It’s so freaking good to feel alive. It’s like a revelation. All the space we’ve here. Even with all the limitations this society as, If you’re in the right angle, you can profit from special moments that worth all the misery, all the heat, all the dust, all the shit.
Then how come is possible to feel so dam good in such a place? Well there’s no receipt for it. You have moments that depress the happiest guy on earth, so difficult things are here. There are situations so absurd, so naïve, so démodé, that you can’t believe it’s possible in 21rst century. By other hand if you’re lucky and find true friends, doesn’t matter the differences you have, what matters is your being able to express yourself, and let go what’s in your mind, and being understood. Accepted. Respected. Listen. Like if what you say is important. If what you think matters. If what you do affects peoples’ lives.
When you realize, you discover there’s still so much to learn. To apprehend.
The human species has a mind, many times we don’t use it for what it is there. We use it to fight against windmills like D. Quixote de la Mancha. Instead of use it to make world a better place. Like great Louis Armstrong said in “What a Wonderful World” trees are green, sky is blue, I see friends shaking hands. If we used our power to make world a better place how wonderful life could be, not for one but for all.
I know my life here is very easy according to local patterns. That doesn’t make it easier for me though. And as Louis Armstrong also says “C’est Si Bon” be able to watch terrific sunsets, lovely birds, great landscapes. Talk to people that matter that cares about you. Listen to their problems. It’s so fucking great when people thank you from their harts for the road your building here. You know that you’ll be remembered for long time after you’re gone. Just hope this is the first step to bring this place forgotten by god to real world. A world that can be able to create jobs, real economy that gives this people the chance of having lives like all human being deserves.
It’s not possible this people continue without access to water for half year. Their lifestyle is not sustainable. The country is going away every time it rains. The erosion is far increased by wrong acts of people. Excess grazing is the worst. A few affordable projects could reverse situation in not many years. So could authorities understand. The power should always be executed for the good of the majority, instead of a small number…
Because of you the sun still shine…
It’s paradise…
Keep listening to Louis Armstrong, He makes me remember. Memories are a man’s best friend. I never want to lose my memories. When my daughter was born I used to dance with her every day, for months, “C’est si bon” I don’t know if it had anything to do with but she is studying music, and she’s good at it. And she still loves Louis Armstrong. Memories…

3 comentários:

  1. que raio de ideia foi essa de escrever em inglês?

    Para a proxima não sei se vou ter paciência para ter este trabalho todo a ler

    beijocas

    Alice

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  2. rais te partam..
    levei um "ror" de tempo a ler istopara a proxima não sei se tenho achorra Alice

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