Dalton na vida real

 Also thought she would be invited to the main role. She came with velvet shoes, walking on the mud, soaking her feet.  The House was not the same. It seemed like a different place. Older, for sure. The paint vanished with years and years of being left there, just like a memory that no one touches. Only if needed.  But it was not just about the house being old and abandoned. It was more like the aura that gave the whole place a different tone. She knew that the maid would be there, waiting for her behind the front door. Bruna, she was called.  They were about the same age. Different paths in life. But so much in common. 

 That this is nothing but a silly play. We are nothing more than the scenarios that cover the whole plot.  We're not the cast, nor the story behind. Our lines are muted as a standing table in the middle of the stage. We are there, just like this. As still as the darkness can be.  But in the deepest silence someone may notice us. Others for sure won't. We are the table there where hands touch the old wood. A single mother cries on us. Her son was called to serve the country. And we are the table who witnesses the painful cry.  Nothing more than a silly play. 

 No que quer que isto seja.  Vejo uma estrada densa. Se me sinto perdido, não é como antes. É diferente. Talvez porque as coisas, quotidianas, nos moldam. Ou porque as vemos passar tão ao longe que ainda nos damos por atordoados. A magia de cada coisa perdeu-se, esvaiu-se. Os sonhos todos eles sonhados foram vividos e perderam um certo encanto. Não sou ingrato. Apenas preciso de frescura. Para variar.  Parabéns para mim.  Obrigado