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Cenários de dentro…

No silêncio  me descubro.

Ouço as vozes dentro de mim conversarem, procurando entender o meu todo. Na minha cabeça passa um filme, tendo como cenário experiências vividas. Me vejo rindo, chorando, surpreso, temeroso, valente, indeciso, aluno da vida. A vida é uma estrada cheia de inúmeras faixas, curvas perigosas, sinais de alerta, desvios, atalhos, estradas acidentadas, caminhos tranquilos, as vezes colorida, as vezes preto e branca. Tenho emoção no pensamento e razão no coração. Sou muitos países, até mesmo muitos planetas. Minhas órbitas desafiam as leias da física. Dentro de mim posso ser personagens de dramas e comédias. Minhas imperfeições se estranham com minhas virtudes. Esta é uma batalha constante. Sou o artista da arte de ser eu. Desenho meus traços, me pinto, rabisco, busco uma forma, uma linha que me leve a descobrir novas possibilidades de me reinventar. Há momentos que quero apagar certas coisas, mas fica um borrão. Não dá para tornar o feito invisível. Ele está sempre lá mesmo que deixe num canto, numa sombra, ele me lembra que não posso deixar de ser minha essência. Minha essência é, ao mesmo tempo, cárcere e libertação. Sou cheio de perguntas e poucas respostas. Tento me definir mas é um enredo complexo demais para traduzir. Dou-me ao luxo de gostar-me e desgostar-me. Preciso de remendos quando tento me descobrar em muitos. Minha diversidade é fruto do que procuro criar. Transito entre sonho e realidade. Amor e medos.

(Escultura de Bruno Walpoth)

The Dancer of Amazon Rainforest

One night

I was there on the other side of Amazon River

And I sat there

Suddenly a woman appeared

And looks like the naked ghost

She was dancing in front of me

 

I looked at her without breathing

There had no music

only the moon, the river and

we more

trees and leaves

no human

nor animal

 

She was dancing in silence

Also I looked at her the same way

after she suddenly disappeared

without any explanation

like the wind

she went to forest background

 

It was very dark

I didn’t follow her

and stayed there on the other side of the river

Now I am there

with the moon,

the river and

more trees and leaves

no human

no animal

nor the naked woman

 

Erol Anar

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A Dançarina das Amazonas

 

Certa noite fui ai

na beira do rio Amazonas

Me sentei

 

De repente uma mulher apareceu

como uma fantasma

totalmente nua

e ficou dançando

na minha frente

 

Eu a olhava sem respirar

Não tinha música

só a lua, o rio e nós

mais

as arvores e folhas

nem humano

nem bicho

 

A mulher estava dançando silenciosa

Também eu a olhava do mesmo jeito

depois ela sumiu de repente

sem eu perceber

como um vento

foi ao fundo da floresta

 

Estava muito escuro

Não a segui

fiquei ai

na beira do rio

 

agora estamos eu, rio, as arvores

e as folhas

nem humano

nem bicho

nem  a mulher nua

 

Erol Anar

“A vida Não Perdoa Os Fracos”

 

 

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About ordinary people’s hospitality…

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I always think about the hospitality displayed by ordinary people…

They usually think they do not have much to offer, because they live in humble places, with scarce food on their tables, and their clothes have no sophistication at all. However, what they may not know is that, in fact, they have much more to offer and to be proud of then they could ever imagine.

They have the virtue of the authenticity, the richness of warmth, the charm of charisma, the abundance of being genuinely good people, with substance, wisdom, and humanity!

Houses do not matter how luxurious they are, one day they get old. Food can be a feast over the table today, but soon are recycled, disappear in the digestive process. Clothes change, the fashion concept is short-lived. What today is an obsession tomorrow can be dead and gone.

But the human material, the essence that grows from the inside, this one never gets old, is non perishable, it does not become old-fashioned. This is the raw material that fulfills lives with joy, wisdom, and courage. It is the foundation that supports the web of relationships. It is that cozy blanket in the hardness of winter, the shining light of a lighthouse when one is shipwrecked, as well as a rainbow that announces the end of a storm. Warmth is shelter, food, and cloak. It is only perishable if we want, allow or stop cultivating it.

I remember with nostalgia my mother’s parents from the South.

They always kept them windows, doors, and arms opened to the visitors. They used to go to the kitchen to prepare the most delicious food to put on the table in the afternoon, as a welcome gesture. Then, everybody got together to share a conversation, histories, tears of nostalgia, and laughs of happiness. The joy, affection, and appreciation they used to show were so real, so touchable…

I do not remember their houses details, how they dressed or what kind of dishes they served, but I remember completely the effusive hugs, attentive looks, wide smiles, the gestures of love, appreciation, how fond of people they were in each and every situation. Everything was so natural, generous and, above all, unpretentious! These are priceless things which cannot be bought in stores or found everywhere. They are very rare treasures.

For the ones who are that humble and generous, even if live is harsh, it is always faced with strength by them.

They are scholars of singular wisdom and deep sense of values, family, friendship, understanding, and unconditional communion. They are educators from the beginning of the day, until the darkness of night. They make us see the essence, not the appearance. The essence is the one that fulfills the environment of those treasures. It is that essence that makes us want to stay longer, miss it, and even if we have to leave, we will keep alive the desire to return.

It is this genuine essence shared unconditionally for these wonderful and inspirational people that makes grow inside us an equally sincere love for them. In their presence, through their gestures, we feel at home, even by being away from home. This is a kind of magic sensation, a contagious joy that transcends the soul.

When the time of life expires, everything passes. Only these things stay alive, things that touched our hearts and fulfilled our souls with happiness. It was the kindness of these genuine and generous people that helped us to build this unmatchable, precious, and warmth legacy at a moment in which everything else became already anemic and fruitless.

(Illustration: Norman Rockwell “Christmas Homecoming”)