sábado, 30 de junho de 2012

L'Origine du monde




Fountain of pleasure...
True place where there is love,
Where we find peace,
Where differences dilute,
Where justice is done,
Where there is freedom,

Origin of the world,
Of the world we think of,
Of the world we live in,
Of the world we wish for,

Everything is where it should be,
When we are in the origin of the world,
As small and scared little boys,
As pupils,
As desirers,
As beggars.

It is the origin of the world that…
There is all this beauty…
All the power…
All the truth…
All the strength…
All the love!

It is in the origin of the world…
That the master becomes the slave,
Timidly the powerful,
Begs pleasure of the fragile.
It is in the origin of the world…
That the world starts making sense,
Where all feelings are gifts…
Where all feelings are power…
Languid…
Simulated…
Delicate…
But absolutely, powerful!

Origin of the world…
Of all its good, all that is well!
Evil… their lack!
The knowledge, eternal life,
Contemplating the beauty,
Of the Origin of the World!
Enough!

Laércio Lopes de Araujo
canvas " L'Origine du monde" by Gustav Courbet.
Version by: Pedro Henrique Carvalho da Costa

sexta-feira, 29 de junho de 2012

The psychiatrist and the penologist





There was a place in which all repeated in time!
There was a place where a great romanticist wrote an exemplary work!
There was a place where the Psychiatrist decided that, after everyone else, he himself should be internee, because, after all, all were alienated, crazy and foolish

Another day I realized:

That there was another place, where everything again repeated in time!
There was in this same place, a great penologist, who wrote a new Criminal Code!
In this same place, in which there was the penologist, he and all the other toga-wearing wise decided that they should all be arrested, for such, much like the psychiatrist, and put himself to create all kinds of criminal types, and the fact is that inexorably, one day, maybe due to coherence, he himself maybe arrested, because, after all, they would all be foolish, outcast criminals.

My God, isn’t so that Machado de Assis was psychic, because, after all, if we continue to criminalize all human behaviors, there will not be anything left to acquit our humanity, so, the last who enters, throws the key of the lock into the Atlantic!





I dreamt that...





I dreamt that...
There were no more expropriations in Latin America…
That the rulers did not change the Constitution for their own sake…
That there was redistribution of the income with the Income Tax still negative!

Dreamt that…
Society was indignant with the perpetuation on the power…
That the media stopped being partial and started being honest…
That we were free to say all kinds of shit…
That we were responsible for the shit we say…
That there were no more prisons…
But that all were sure on the necessity of repair…

Dreamt that…
Buenos Aires was once again beautiful…
That here and there, the military stopped pronouncing about politics…
That it stopped being pretty to slam on the Judiciary…
That he stopped worrying about being human and started applying some genuine laws, even though unjust…
That men have to be human, the Judiciary technical, without it its impartiality doesn’t exist…
That Inspectors were like sphinxes, not knowing that they exist but when they show their work!

I dreamt that…
There was alternation of power…
That they made a Brazilian Code of Work…
They suppressed the Electoral Justice, costly and useless…
That the State suppressed the differences with income transfer, not mattering the colour of the skin!

Dreamt that…
There was no more Secretariat of Equality of Races, since there are no races in Brazil…
That there were only 12 ministries, because more that that is indecency…
That the tax burden fell to 20% and even then the State had surplus…
A fair tributary system had been created…
That the federal government could not create more contributions for the sake of the ruler…

I dreamt that…
A politician that lost saluted the opponent for his victory…
That the people were critical and clear-minded, not allowing the perpetuation on the power with the vote….
That the people didn’t vote on the corrupt, and didn’t need a law for that…
That the people took on their destiny with their own hands, by the vote and with freedom!

I woke!
Oh! I wonder... Am I having a nightmare?

The question that begs!


 (read: If tomato is a fruit, then is ketchup juice?)


The question that begs:

If the STF (Supreme Federal Court) has desperate ministers, and other results manipulators;



If the only oasis of seriousness is an organ in which one inspector keeps saying all that should investigated in silence, and never reaches any result; 



If always that it is spoken about investigating and judging the mensalão scandal newer misdeeds of the opposition are found, silencing the contrarian voices;
If the judiciary is immersed in a sea of mud;
If the legislative is corrupt, inefficient and incapable of representing the people;
If the executive deviates funds, creates uncountable organs where more than 80% of the resources destined to any sector of society;
If 40% of all the wealth of the country is tainted by a State in the form of taxes, and is destined of anything that is not productive;


(read: on the doctors coat: opposition. The man is saying “I don’t see anything!)


If the CPIs and CPMIs of the legislative are only vanity and political negotiation’s tools;

I ask:
How is it that this country is not like Greece?
Admirable these people, because only with the northeastern courage we are able to survive!