terça-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2008

Been some time

Já lá vai há algum tempo que não penso em nada para pôr por aqui, mesmo após ter dito que ia ser "de rajada". A verdade é que tenho andado a escrever muito e já não coisas tão minimalistas como a que está em baixo. Escrevo, reescrevo, volto a escrever e rescrevo novamente, num ciclo que aprimora a minha capacidade de transmissão de informação. 13 folhas oficiais. 9 são uma única analepse ainda por acabar, toda baseada na ideia desses três parágrafos embaixo e que se calhar vou transformar em num novo capítulo chamado "Petra". O início precisa de um pouco mais de contextualização; quero uma sensação de "in-media-res", mas para isso é preciso apegar o leitor um pouco mais ao Presente antes de recuar para o Passado. Sim. Vou alargar a acção inicial do Presente um pouco mais, para se fazer sentir o contraste de personalidades das personagens nos diferentes Tempos, nomeadamente Isaac e Petra. E depois há ainda a questão de Michael nos tempos modernos... Hmm... Ei-de pensar em alguma coisa.

Quanto ao blog, acho que vou torná-lo mais numa espécie de log onde vou fazendo updates desta minha experiência, pois embora o tenha criado com o objectivo de divulgar um pouquinho mais a minha escrita, ao ver a proporção que a minha pequena história está a tomar, não me parece ainda viável divulgar o meu trabalho pela Internet fora. (Não que venha cá muita gente :P). Em todo o caso, a ver se me vou lembrando de postar algumas postas de pescada de vez em quando, nem que seja para quebrar o ritmo.

See you soon

PS: Ainda ando a pensar num novo nome para o Blog. Sugestões aceitam-se.

segunda-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2008

Petra

Petra. That's a name I will never forget. After loosing so many people who were important to me, I found myself again on this woman. When I was sealed on this hellish place, she chose, by force, to come with me. The tears she dropped when I was to be sent here were genuine. I am sure of that.

I met Petra a long time ago. Our relationship is good; very good. I met her, when I wandered through the Middle Age of the Earth. She was a thief, and she did a bit of fighting too, using her long daggers. She tried to steal money from me, on a poor village. I deliberatly let her steal it from me and stealhly followed her. She arrived at an abandoned wood house, and then gave the money to a group of people. I admired her act and let her notice me. When she saw me, she was pretty scared. Certainly, she had recognized my face. Fortunatly for her, I was in control of myself that time, and though she had reached for her daggers, I just smiled at her. Those black eyes turned from scared to confuse and she gently, but without letting her guard down, asked "Why?". "Because there should be more people like you", I said.

Her white face blushed a bit, and I looked right into those big black eyes of her. She looked like she hadn't had a proper sleep in months, as well as the other people. I thought they were all hungry and afraid that someone would kill them in the night. I bet it was far closer to the thruth than I had imagined. All they had was each other, and, with the help of each other, they burdened that lifestyle. That touched me, but her white face, her black hair and eyes, her soft skin... That touched me even more.



In (Still working on it - ...)

quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2008

A travel by bus

Looking through the glass window, I can see trees dancing with the blowing wind, and, though I have my headphones on my hears, I can hear the noise people do, trying to get up in the bus and sitting tightly on their seats, or, desperatly trying to get a place to grab themselves. Rush hour is always like this. It almost seems like a whole city moves around itself, creating a routine that is strictly and religiously followed. The noise, the running, the yelling... It's all part of the my favourite moment of the day.

For an half of hour, I am free to go wherever I want to go. I just need my mp3 and a pair of headphones. The bus slowly starts to take off, and I feel the gravity pulling me backwards to the seat. It's a nice feeling. Though it's night and I can't see much of a thing out of the bus, I still look through the window. The bus has the inside lights on, and that also doesn't help at all, but I don't bother with that. The bus is riding, and I'm not even there. The music gets through my ears and takes me to a zombie-similiar state, where I am free to imagine what I want, and, for that half of hour, I am God, I am the Devil, I am a simple person with a simple life, I am a Hero, I am a minion, I am a secundary character of a plot, I am all that there is to be, and all that ever was.

An half of hour. Never it has passed so quickly, with a peacefull sensation of happiness in which I drowned for that half of hour. The bus slowly stops, and the kids on the back, happily and astonishingly quick, get up from their seats and fight to be the firts to get out. The doors open, I get up, now with the mp3 on the pocket, turned off, and carry myself to the stairs. Step by step, I slowly climb down, observing the black sky and the garden right in front of me, knowing, deeply inside, that I am not just getting out of the bus, but also giving up from my true happiness. At least until tomorrow morning.

Agora é de rajada

Isto tem andado parado (férias e tal, vocês sabem...), mas em compensação a nivel de escrita isto tem andado produtivo. Sou capaz de meter uma boa quantidade de textos em pouco tempo, por isso não se admirem e vão passando por cá de vez enquando. Also, estou a pensar em mudar o endereço, que é grande como o raio. Eu depois aviso qual vai ser e quando vou mudar. Stay tuned ;)


Cumps
Renato Lopes
PS: Já agora, votos de um bom ano de 2008.