quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008

Ask and you shall...




Approximately 150 days after the last post on this blog,

eu fiz meu gol.

We was supposed to go out, but she got lazy, and I got in the habit of going the corner bar for another garrafa and hanging sticks off my lips. I wasn't ready for the big leagues, but

eu fiz meu gol.

Foi a minha unica chance, num jogo bem cauteloso,

mas eu fiz meu gol.

If I saw him, I would say...



We are back. No, that's not what I would say. Wait till the end of the blog for Zac to be relevant.

Ya see, sometimes it takes the innocence of a child to remind adults of what is great in the world, and get back to writing about it. But this effect is usually limited to very young children. Once kids get to be around the age enacted by the cast of high school musical, the achievement of potential has already ruined the dream of it.

A dream deferred, in an onto/tautalogical and not a political sense, is a pretty dream. That is why this blog will not be afraid to reach back into the past that is everyday purer than the present in an act of asking for forgiveness.

What woke us was a phrase, a stream of beauty shattering a news report about HSM that otherwise makes the elder wonder if someday the children will rise in primary color-clad hordes and kill everyone on earth. The dream of the 9 year old fan interviewed on TV, when asked why she liked this guy, said (refer to title)

Ele e lindo. Se eu visse ele, eu ia falar:

"You is one cat"

The translation, innocent as its speaker, truly at the foot of the wor(l)d.