[Originally this article was a letter]
I never expected more than 30 minutes, and today it will go over an hour. I don't know what it is. It's not a standstill. I see dozens of buses. Just now, four are disembarking (Eixo 85, T10, T63, Garavelo). There's no shortage of buses near the bus station.
I, who theorize about everything, even think that my bus's sequence is 30 minutes. It couldn't be faster, because even during rush hour, it never gets full, and every time I return, I'm led to believe I'm the only passenger being brought home.
So I have no choice but to believe that the 6:00 PM bus arrived a little early, the 6:30 PM bus broke down on the way, and the 7:00 PM bus is late.
Then came Friday night, which for me doesn't have that last-day-of-school feeling, because tomorrow I still have two wonderful classes starting at 7 AM.
But as usual, here I am. Sitting at the roots of a large tree, watching the world. I enjoy living, seeing people walking, coming and going, searching for reasons.
And there, a little dark-skinned girl, with her hair pulled back tightly, walked quickly with that typical sway. But there was more there than just a Creole hip swing. There were intentions. No, no... she didn't know I was watching her. But she knew she was being watched. Then I looked around and saw the intention there.
It was a fat guy, a motorcyclist, coming slowly and lazily, following the little girl's sway. I didn't see the man's color, but he should have been a tanned white, more broad than fat. And he was following the girl.
The little girl swayed because she was being looked at, I'm sure of it. And the motorcycle turned, went up on the curb, and started following the little girl, surrounding her with an intimacy that had existed for months or a year. But the little girl refused, ran from him, but swayed. She waved her hands, but swayed. Her mouth and hands said 'no', but her hips swayed 'yes', 'yes', 'yes'.
The man talked and talked... they stopped! There, two lovers stopped. A sigh, and the little girl moved five more steps and five circles of swaying. Then she stopped.
The motorcyclist lowered his head, she looked up at him. He was forgiven. He raised his eyes, smiled,... I didn't see... it was dark, and he was far away,... but they always smile,
The motorcyclist handed a bunch of keys to the little girl and turned, speeding away. The joy in her heart weighed down her feet.
Why so much fighting?, I thought... Tonight they will make love. Tonight, after so many fights, after fighting in the square, and throwing all their faults and vices at each other, in the end... they surrendered. And I venture to say that in the end, there won't even be guilt left (not much, anyway).
And once again, I made my theories...
Love, sex, fornication, knowing...
Perhaps the Bible is our most curious thematic record of sexuality.
God made Adam, made Eve, and they "knew" each other... (Exodus). Then in Luke, when the angel Gabriel announced to Mary that she would have a son, she said: but how can this be, since I do not "know" a man...
If the Bible is right, and "knowing" is synonymous with sex... wow! What will become of me! (I'm laughing now... really just laughing... just laughing),
More liberal excuses, but the world is in chaos. Lost values, confusion...
"Having sex for its own sake"... "pleasure for pleasure's sake"... I don't do it..., but I justify myself, not by religion, nor by science... I prefer to follow the maxim that you know a tree by its fruit. And when we talk about the sexuality of today's world, how many are the bad fruits... abortion, abandonment...,
Everyone has sex, copulation is present in animals, and no offspring are born without carnal copulation.
So there's no way to prohibit it,... especially since it gives pleasure, it's good...
My question then (asked now under the tree) is how to separate love from mere sex (pleasure)?
I think I'll never know,... women are infinite, we'll never understand everything we need to understand.
I think in the end it's all about shamelessness, and that it's all about pleasure, fear, guilt, and enjoyment.
What differentiates one from the other, then, is that some people will justify their actions by a desire to "build."
The eternal and internal desire... children, home, warmth! continuous and comforting.
05/06/09
Sílvio de Souza Lôbo Júnior
[Originally this article was a letter]
I never expected more than 30 minutes, and today it will go over an hour. I don't know what it is. It's not a standstill. I see dozens of buses. Just now, four are disembarking (Eixo 85, T10, T63, Garavelo). There's no shortage of buses near the bus station.
I, who theorize about everything, even think that my bus's sequence is 30 minutes. It couldn't be faster, because even during rush hour, it never gets full, and every time I return, I'm led to believe I'm the only passenger being brought home.
So I have no choice but to believe that the 6:00 PM bus arrived a little early, the 6:30 PM bus broke down on the way, and the 7:00 PM bus is late.
Then came Friday night, which for me doesn't have that last-day-of-school feeling, because tomorrow I still have two wonderful classes starting at 7 AM.
But as usual, here I am. Sitting at the roots of a large tree, watching the world. I enjoy living, seeing people walking, coming and going, searching for reasons.
And there, a little dark-skinned girl, with her hair pulled back tightly, walked quickly with that typical sway. But there was more there than just a Creole hip swing. There were intentions. No, no... she didn't know I was watching her. But she knew she was being watched. Then I looked around and saw the intention there.
It was a fat guy, a motorcyclist, coming slowly and lazily, following the little girl's sway. I didn't see the man's color, but he should have been a tanned white, more broad than fat. And he was following the girl.
The little girl swayed because she was being looked at, I'm sure of it. And the motorcycle turned, went up on the curb, and started following the little girl, surrounding her with an intimacy that had existed for months or a year. But the little girl refused, ran from him, but swayed. She waved her hands, but swayed. Her mouth and hands said 'no', but her hips swayed 'yes', 'yes', 'yes'.
The man talked and talked... they stopped! There, two lovers stopped. A sigh, and the little girl moved five more steps and five circles of swaying. Then she stopped.
The motorcyclist lowered his head, she looked up at him. He was forgiven. He raised his eyes, smiled,... I didn't see... it was dark, and he was far away,... but they always smile,
The motorcyclist handed a bunch of keys to the little girl and turned, speeding away. The joy in her heart weighed down her feet.
Why so much fighting?, I thought... Tonight they will make love. Tonight, after so many fights, after fighting in the square, and throwing all their faults and vices at each other, in the end... they surrendered. And I venture to say that in the end, there won't even be guilt left (not much, anyway).
And once again, I made my theories...
Love, sex, fornication, knowing...
Perhaps the Bible is our most curious thematic record of sexuality.
God made Adam, made Eve, and they "knew" each other... (Exodus). Then in Luke, when the angel Gabriel announced to Mary that she would have a son, she said: but how can this be, since I do not "know" a man...
If the Bible is right, and "knowing" is synonymous with sex... wow! What will become of me! (I'm laughing now... really just laughing... just laughing),
More liberal excuses, but the world is in chaos. Lost values, confusion...
"Having sex for its own sake"... "pleasure for pleasure's sake"... I don't do it..., but I justify myself, not by religion, nor by science... I prefer to follow the maxim that you know a tree by its fruit. And when we talk about the sexuality of today's world, how many are the bad fruits... abortion, abandonment...,
Everyone has sex, copulation is present in animals, and no offspring are born without carnal copulation.
So there's no way to prohibit it,... especially since it gives pleasure, it's good...
My question then (asked now under the tree) is how to separate love from mere sex (pleasure)?
I think I'll never know,... women are infinite, we'll never understand everything we need to understand.
I think in the end it's all about shamelessness, and that it's all about pleasure, fear, guilt, and enjoyment.
What differentiates one from the other, then, is that some people will justify their actions by a desire to "build."
The eternal and internal desire... children, home, warmth! continuous and comforting.
05/06/09
Sílvio de Souza Lôbo Júnior
