Marcus Vinícius eu não sei mais
eu aprendi em universidades e telas
a seguir em frente
a ser forte a nunca olhar para trás
eu esqueci o significado
entender com o coração
Marcus Vinícius eu não vou chorar
Eu aprendi a ver tudo de cima
Aqui nesse 18º andar
Eu não tenho mais irmãos
Eu sigo sozinho
Marcus Vinícius eu queria poder chorar
eu aprendi a entender porque você
não pode seguir em frente
e de suas últimas palavras
não sei o significado
o tiro no coração
Marcus Vinícius
Eu aprendi a ver tudo de cima
Eu tive meus irmãos
Eu sigo sozinho
Afonso Jr. Lima
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sábado, junho 30, 2018
terça-feira, junho 26, 2018
segunda-feira, junho 18, 2018
domingo, junho 17, 2018
Whitby (english version)
(This is a rush translation. Version may not be in its final form.)
He writes.
The scene of Faust in which Mephistopheles stands on a mountain surrounded by bats had been very laborious. The theater manager even dreams of it.
Lord Kevin arrived shortly in London and decided to go to the theater.
He had rather liked Macbeth at the Lyceum Theater.
He had spoken quickly to the Irishman who administered it. An interesting man. He had told about the dream.
A month later he decided to distract himself in Yorkshire and walked through the ruins of the Church of St. Mary.
The whole situation with the hysteria of contamination and Zola had knocked him down. He had met him in a small hotel in London, having fled as the crowd in the courtroom shouted, "Traitor! Go back to the Jews!"
He finds the man in the theater walking among the tombs. He takes notes.
Lord Kevin asks the Irish if he is afraid, if he likes supernatural stories.
He comments with him on the story of Lord Byron, about the dead soldier in Turkey who is promised return to life. Of course, he knows nothing about the lord, but his face expresses an inquisitive strangeness.
They meet every day.
He writes down a young sailor´s name, dead at age of twenty.
The Irishman says that he was always impressed by the story of the poet Dante Rossetti. He had buried the young wife with the manuscript of the poems dedicated to her. His friends convince him to open the tomb to publish the manuscript. The glory of the author came from there. They say that, opening the coffin a year later, the girl looked dazzling as if she were still alive.
The Lord tells him about a servant who also died very early.
"I met him when I was fifteen, in the dirty suburban streets. It was beautiful. I saw a prostitute kissing his neck. He was probably sick with syphilis. I shouted, "Get out! This man belongs to me." The woman ran away as if she had seen a ghost. In fact, I would have killed her if I had not fled. I clung to the boy, he practically lived in the castle, I feared that others would see him. He fell in love with a maid. Luckily, the girl fell ill and resigned, disappearing".
The man looks into Lord Kevin's eyes and has a shudder.
They had tea with the manager's wife and her daughter later. His wife was beautiful, but cold, had been courted by Oscar Wilde. They talked about the Lord's travels. She asked him:
"Is it true, sir, that in France, the radicals are beginning to demand control of the army by the Republican government?"
"Yes, the whole case is marking them as reactionary. I even saw a cleric on the street handing out pamphlets which read: "Your mother and sister have a barrier in you. You are the nation's defense against the infamy of the foreign invasion!" But ... It's the same everywhere. In Russia, Germany, and France here, everyone wants the energy of expansion and praises war as a purifying force.
The theater manager dreams.
He's being kissed by a woman.
- Get out! This man belongs to me.
Afonso Jr Ferreira de Lima
He writes.
The scene of Faust in which Mephistopheles stands on a mountain surrounded by bats had been very laborious. The theater manager even dreams of it.
Lord Kevin arrived shortly in London and decided to go to the theater.
He had rather liked Macbeth at the Lyceum Theater.
He had spoken quickly to the Irishman who administered it. An interesting man. He had told about the dream.
A month later he decided to distract himself in Yorkshire and walked through the ruins of the Church of St. Mary.
The whole situation with the hysteria of contamination and Zola had knocked him down. He had met him in a small hotel in London, having fled as the crowd in the courtroom shouted, "Traitor! Go back to the Jews!"
He finds the man in the theater walking among the tombs. He takes notes.
Lord Kevin asks the Irish if he is afraid, if he likes supernatural stories.
He comments with him on the story of Lord Byron, about the dead soldier in Turkey who is promised return to life. Of course, he knows nothing about the lord, but his face expresses an inquisitive strangeness.
They meet every day.
He writes down a young sailor´s name, dead at age of twenty.
The Irishman says that he was always impressed by the story of the poet Dante Rossetti. He had buried the young wife with the manuscript of the poems dedicated to her. His friends convince him to open the tomb to publish the manuscript. The glory of the author came from there. They say that, opening the coffin a year later, the girl looked dazzling as if she were still alive.
The Lord tells him about a servant who also died very early.
"I met him when I was fifteen, in the dirty suburban streets. It was beautiful. I saw a prostitute kissing his neck. He was probably sick with syphilis. I shouted, "Get out! This man belongs to me." The woman ran away as if she had seen a ghost. In fact, I would have killed her if I had not fled. I clung to the boy, he practically lived in the castle, I feared that others would see him. He fell in love with a maid. Luckily, the girl fell ill and resigned, disappearing".
The man looks into Lord Kevin's eyes and has a shudder.
They had tea with the manager's wife and her daughter later. His wife was beautiful, but cold, had been courted by Oscar Wilde. They talked about the Lord's travels. She asked him:
"Is it true, sir, that in France, the radicals are beginning to demand control of the army by the Republican government?"
"Yes, the whole case is marking them as reactionary. I even saw a cleric on the street handing out pamphlets which read: "Your mother and sister have a barrier in you. You are the nation's defense against the infamy of the foreign invasion!" But ... It's the same everywhere. In Russia, Germany, and France here, everyone wants the energy of expansion and praises war as a purifying force.
The theater manager dreams.
He's being kissed by a woman.
- Get out! This man belongs to me.
Afonso Jr Ferreira de Lima
quinta-feira, junho 14, 2018
Diabolical gift (english version)
(This is a rush translation. Version may not be in its final form.)
The downtown seemed deserted, with its old buildings and cobblestones. Some homeless people, a cartwright, security guards. They sat down and asked for coffee.
"Thirty minutes waiting to get out of the bar, torrential rain. My umbrella had dismounted. The sidewalks were surrounded by rivers. I saw a mother jumping with a baby on her lap across the water. It was a full month of rain in ten minutes of a storm, "Momai was saying in a spurt.
- Dad, it's okay. Today we see this piece and that's it. I'm not hurt. I'm not a child anymore. Tell me about the case.
"I just hope your mother does not ..." she chuckled. "Okay. A mansion." A birthday party. Invasion. The men are trapped in the bathroom. The women, gagged, bandaged and raped collectively. Terrible.
"And you suspect it was nothing like that." Because of the poem of Lorca. Really, it's weird that only one of them was killed.
- "Your mouth already without light / for my death". Why would a secretary write this on the front page of her diary?
"And you commented on a newspaper report on the same agenda about the police commander who would have ordered the death of a judge, and was caught by the new weapons law, which requires the registration of all the ammunition, to know who the bought.
- Another report said that the majority of Congress received more than 1 million from the arms industry. And you want to change the law.
- Really: it's a lot of coincidence. The girl's boss was the president
of the city council, Marcelo Costa, who accused the mayor of corruption and got his cassation. About the party, you seem to doubt the invasion theory.
- Very weak. The owners of the house, two brothers, claim to have been muzzled and locked in a room while their wives were locked in the bathroom. Why were all the women raped but their wives?
"Do you think the victim might have seen the criminals?" And the "invasion" would be a kind of demonic "birthday present"?
- Yes, it seems. I can not believe I'm talking to my teenage daughter.
"If you've read Conan Doyle, you know about" hereditary tendencies. " I was made for crime.
"He also thought everything was predictable because it was repeated, was not it? The world was stable, and therefore deductible sub quadam aeternitatis specie. They had not yet said, "Change is the system and systems have to change."
"Did you mention a sister on the desk?" You're going to look for her, are not you?
- Yes. Let's go up, five minutes to go.
His sister received him in the apartment where they both lived.
- Do you remember that, last year, the councilman publicly defended a 60% increase for the legislature?
The judiciary had also asked for this. The mayor did not accept and campaigned for the media. Soon after, he was tried for corruption.
- Yeah, I'm aware.
"My sister wanted to get out of the job. I was scared.
"Do you think you heard anything?"
"You must remember that last year, during a four-day police strike, 180 homicides took place. Most of them young, black, drug users from the periphery. The mayor was pushing for investigation.
- Thank you Miss. It's good to have reminders of yesterday.
Helio was excited. They had an ice cream.
"One of them confessed. They killed the girl because she heard their names. They themselves bought the materials to gag and tie the victims in the supermarket in the nearby town. But there is one thing that still intrigues me.
They swear the idea did not come from either of the two brothers. Would it have been a creation of the third man, André Padilha? They were silent. He disappeared.
- I have a theory: please trace that man's cell phone. I'm sure he has involvement with the president of the city council. Has the director of the Homicide Department during the police strike last year said there was a suspicion that 30 murders in the period were committed by police officers. And did he even say that the strike command could have ordered the executions to cause commotion in public opinion? Alderman Marcelo has a history of defending reactionary groups.
- "Your mouth already without light / for my death".
- The rapists have to pay. And when Andrew falls ... It's not the Republic of Bananas, after all. Never doubt the power of art, "Momai laughed, finishing off the chocolate ball.
Afonso Jr. Lima
The downtown seemed deserted, with its old buildings and cobblestones. Some homeless people, a cartwright, security guards. They sat down and asked for coffee.
"Thirty minutes waiting to get out of the bar, torrential rain. My umbrella had dismounted. The sidewalks were surrounded by rivers. I saw a mother jumping with a baby on her lap across the water. It was a full month of rain in ten minutes of a storm, "Momai was saying in a spurt.
- Dad, it's okay. Today we see this piece and that's it. I'm not hurt. I'm not a child anymore. Tell me about the case.
"I just hope your mother does not ..." she chuckled. "Okay. A mansion." A birthday party. Invasion. The men are trapped in the bathroom. The women, gagged, bandaged and raped collectively. Terrible.
"And you suspect it was nothing like that." Because of the poem of Lorca. Really, it's weird that only one of them was killed.
- "Your mouth already without light / for my death". Why would a secretary write this on the front page of her diary?
"And you commented on a newspaper report on the same agenda about the police commander who would have ordered the death of a judge, and was caught by the new weapons law, which requires the registration of all the ammunition, to know who the bought.
- Another report said that the majority of Congress received more than 1 million from the arms industry. And you want to change the law.
- Really: it's a lot of coincidence. The girl's boss was the president
of the city council, Marcelo Costa, who accused the mayor of corruption and got his cassation. About the party, you seem to doubt the invasion theory.
- Very weak. The owners of the house, two brothers, claim to have been muzzled and locked in a room while their wives were locked in the bathroom. Why were all the women raped but their wives?
"Do you think the victim might have seen the criminals?" And the "invasion" would be a kind of demonic "birthday present"?
- Yes, it seems. I can not believe I'm talking to my teenage daughter.
"If you've read Conan Doyle, you know about" hereditary tendencies. " I was made for crime.
"He also thought everything was predictable because it was repeated, was not it? The world was stable, and therefore deductible sub quadam aeternitatis specie. They had not yet said, "Change is the system and systems have to change."
"Did you mention a sister on the desk?" You're going to look for her, are not you?
- Yes. Let's go up, five minutes to go.
His sister received him in the apartment where they both lived.
- Do you remember that, last year, the councilman publicly defended a 60% increase for the legislature?
The judiciary had also asked for this. The mayor did not accept and campaigned for the media. Soon after, he was tried for corruption.
- Yeah, I'm aware.
"My sister wanted to get out of the job. I was scared.
"Do you think you heard anything?"
"You must remember that last year, during a four-day police strike, 180 homicides took place. Most of them young, black, drug users from the periphery. The mayor was pushing for investigation.
- Thank you Miss. It's good to have reminders of yesterday.
Helio was excited. They had an ice cream.
"One of them confessed. They killed the girl because she heard their names. They themselves bought the materials to gag and tie the victims in the supermarket in the nearby town. But there is one thing that still intrigues me.
They swear the idea did not come from either of the two brothers. Would it have been a creation of the third man, André Padilha? They were silent. He disappeared.
- I have a theory: please trace that man's cell phone. I'm sure he has involvement with the president of the city council. Has the director of the Homicide Department during the police strike last year said there was a suspicion that 30 murders in the period were committed by police officers. And did he even say that the strike command could have ordered the executions to cause commotion in public opinion? Alderman Marcelo has a history of defending reactionary groups.
- "Your mouth already without light / for my death".
- The rapists have to pay. And when Andrew falls ... It's not the Republic of Bananas, after all. Never doubt the power of art, "Momai laughed, finishing off the chocolate ball.
Afonso Jr. Lima
sábado, junho 09, 2018
Three scenes from São Paulo (english version)
(This is a rush translation. Version may not be in its final form.)
In one day, three remarkable scenes:
a) I find that my dissertation is quoted in a manuel Federal Council of Psychology.
b) Subway Security Guards hit the man's head.
c) The newspaper owner receives the kiss from the great actress.
My friends invite me to go to an exhibition with them, then to the theater.
I get a message in the morning. That work so long ago, which has not altered my material life at all, is now among the few reference books in a national manual.
I remember at the time a great scientist commenting on the self-destruction promoted by Brazil with it´s science. It's a fight against intelligence. Wrongly wronged. I also remembered James Baldwin.
The man in lowly clothes is chased off the subway. The black guard was beating him like an animal. Two against one. We were scared, no one interfered. I recoil with violence. A black girl begins to yell at him, descends with the security guard to the post saying that he can not do that. He says she should wash some laundry, should make some food. She say to him to wash his underwear. I say: what machismo, but my voice barely leaves. I also do not know how far it goes, even within the subway, on behalf of the institution.
The text is good, the great actress is divine. The small audience vibrates and claps their feet. The author / journalist is a man with almost white hair, surrounded by admirers.
Is this the same man who, being criticized for the partiality of his paper in London, despises the journalist who criticized her as a political activist?
I remember a meeting about film criticism. The film that portrays the coup d'état in 2016 gets a star in a conservative magazine's guide. A young man in the audience make an statment.
- It was a formal criticism, the man answer, not politics I think she did not present both sides.
But it was political: in the interviews the director clarifies that the right wing did not accept to be recorded.
There must be a connection between these scenes and I try to understand what it would be.
Afonso Jr. Lima
In one day, three remarkable scenes:
a) I find that my dissertation is quoted in a manuel Federal Council of Psychology.
b) Subway Security Guards hit the man's head.
c) The newspaper owner receives the kiss from the great actress.
My friends invite me to go to an exhibition with them, then to the theater.
I get a message in the morning. That work so long ago, which has not altered my material life at all, is now among the few reference books in a national manual.
I remember at the time a great scientist commenting on the self-destruction promoted by Brazil with it´s science. It's a fight against intelligence. Wrongly wronged. I also remembered James Baldwin.
The man in lowly clothes is chased off the subway. The black guard was beating him like an animal. Two against one. We were scared, no one interfered. I recoil with violence. A black girl begins to yell at him, descends with the security guard to the post saying that he can not do that. He says she should wash some laundry, should make some food. She say to him to wash his underwear. I say: what machismo, but my voice barely leaves. I also do not know how far it goes, even within the subway, on behalf of the institution.
The text is good, the great actress is divine. The small audience vibrates and claps their feet. The author / journalist is a man with almost white hair, surrounded by admirers.
Is this the same man who, being criticized for the partiality of his paper in London, despises the journalist who criticized her as a political activist?
I remember a meeting about film criticism. The film that portrays the coup d'état in 2016 gets a star in a conservative magazine's guide. A young man in the audience make an statment.
- It was a formal criticism, the man answer, not politics I think she did not present both sides.
But it was political: in the interviews the director clarifies that the right wing did not accept to be recorded.
There must be a connection between these scenes and I try to understand what it would be.
Afonso Jr. Lima
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