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Duas escolhas: ou falo vagamente sem citar nomes sendo hermético
e pedante, ou falo diretamente citando nomes e me torno ridículo e infantil.
Então, fico com a primeira opção. Mas em inglês.
There's this
man in my hometown who knew me since I was a little baby, saw me growing up but
couldn't recognize my face anymore. Period. Besides, there are those people you
know a lot about, you've been hearding of them for months, years, but you
haven't ever talked directly to them (nor indirectly, sometimes). It just
happens that that person you've hear of is the son of that one who knew you and
you suddenly notice how this city (and perhaps the world) is
small. Ok, first you think that face is rather familiar, and then you
ask the name, but then (boom!) it's that one. And it's funny because you might
have picture a totally different image of the person itself on your own head,
based on the appearance and on what you've hear, and you might just be wrong.
And even though you're certain that even if the circunstances were different
you'd still have passed through what you've passed - no, he wouldn't be your
best friend or whatever, nor would she have helped saying those thoughtless
words - but still that person can look at you as you're a person, which you
think couldn't happen. And now you're growing up, he's a young man and she's
going to Europe, and you're not hanging out - you never did! - but somehow
you're oddly connected. And it makes me laugh a bit knowing it was parcially my
insecurity. Such incredible slushiness from me!
Um mês pra prova final. Será que meus concorrentes estão
cansados de estudar?
Bem, eu canto à toa e ando pulando. Quem
sabe isso me dá um pouco de tranqüilidade.
