Passividade

ou, a atividade de passar. E como passar em atividade dá trabalho....


Por cima daquele morro passa boi, passa boiada. Só não passa a Luiza, que está no Canadá. 
Oops, não pude evitar.


Já que estamos no clima:


O Papagaio come milho. 
periquito leva a fama. 
Cantam uns e choram outros
Triste sina de quem ama.

O buraco é fundo, amigo. É fundo... E mais embaixo.
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Acabou-se o mundo.

We need to talk...

Those might be the most dreaded words ever. Why? Yes, I ask you the why. For it is no simple matter.

We are cowards. We prefer to run from the confrontation than to mend the situation. Yes, the old tactic to avoid any and all problem and hope it will go away. 


We are cowards but we are not stupid: we KNOW it won't go away. If given the option, we would mend our broken relationships. But that is not the option that is presented to us: life is a little bitch. And throws banana peel at us. Traps and slippery situations all around. We learn from a young age to avoid. Avoidance is the name of the game, bebê.


One day, however, we consider the possibility to break free from our old reality, our old pattern. We think we can actually do it, and start wondering about the possibility, about what we could do.


We can either talk - and by that I mean uncover the well and maybe find happiness forevermore - or until the next bump in the road - or drown terribly in said well. And we fear, oh my gosh do we fear! We fear the unknown, the unpredictability of the other. Of ourselves. The unforeseen is terrifying, but it brings a gleam - or shadow - of hope. To mend is possible, but also possible is the chance to break, completely and definitely. The indefinition of the situation appeals to us, especially when our heart is in serious jeopardy. 


As our dear Gilberto Amado used to say: If to live is not easy, to live together is hell.
Alas, to love, the great suffering. And also the great redemption.... 


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