sorrowful journey ------------------------------ yesterday, on my way home, i took the metro in the wrong direction. it affected me in a way i can’t explain.
it was the opposite way of a subterranean road i have been taking several times a week for the last three months, hence i flew down the dirty station stairs without even bothering to check if i was indeed on the right train. after four or five stops, i finally realized i had made a mistake.
this little episode: what did it mean? was it just a miscalculation, was it a big deal? why on earth had it troubled me so much? i am familiar with the everyday path and the everlasting movement to the center of the earth, my feet seem to go about automatically, yet i can’t help but feeling like a stranger in this city.
it got me thinking about home. about being part of something or somewhere, about traveling and comprehending solitude. where is home? how does one find it? how does it feel to be exactly where you are meant to be? is it obvious? does one know it for sure?
truth is: i have never felt like belonging anywhere.
there are certain photographers that make me feel like they feel the same. (...) capturing pieces of a world that is not and will never be ours, that feels so strange and out of reach it becomes fascinating. details of an ordinary, black to white, white to black life.
Com a licença de Manoel de Barros, escrevamos um novo um Tratado geral das grandezas do ínfimo:
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2. Que deixemos nos perder de quando em vez, para que haja motivos de nos encontrarmos;
3. Que saibamos sempre "repetir repetir - até ficar diferente";
4. Que o erro, a distração e o inusitado tenham vez, afinal "só há poesia na surpresa";
5. Que o pertencer se permita plural, universal, e busque sempre o novo, como as raízes que vivem a se expandir;
6. Que o preto-e-branco seja apenas um jeito retrô de ver a vida.
Beijo imenso!
Li agora e... Tô chocado. Você sabe o porquê.
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