https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpvdAJYvofI
As palavras soltas de hoje, como não poderia deixar de ser, querem brincar ao Halloween! Tudo é possível no Dia das Bruxas. O caldeirão fervente transborda feitiços e magias. O cheiro a ervas com odores muito intensos misturado com amores inventados ou, de certa forma, arranjados depressa espalha-se por todo o ar. Amuletos feitos de esqueletos, ou do que resta deles, ossos tilintam pendurados na parede. Um coração feito de abóbora doce recheada de ideias loucas e de palavras esdrúxulas com um sorriso e olhos esculpidos iluminados pela luz trémula e ténue de uma vela ilumina toda a sala. Tudo é possível no Dia das Bruxas. Os sonhos que se tornam pesadelos decorados com morcegos e teias de aranha ludibriam a realidade. As viagens que se fazem no interior laranja de uma abóbora como se fosse uma montanha russa. Os espelhos que se transformam em portas para um outro mundo. Para um outro mundo nauseabundo, ilógico na nossa lógica de ser. Podemos quebrar o espelho em mil pedacinhos e esconder um ou outro numa gaveta fechada a sete chaves que jamais conseguiremos fechar aquela porta para o mundo que fica do outro lado. Uma mulher vestida de preto surgirá sempre no seu reflexo quando pensámos que é o nosso reflexo que iremos encontrar naquele espelho. Nascemos côncavos do outro lado do espelho e somos postos à prova para nos tornarmos convexos porque tudo é possível no Dia das Bruxas.Viajar montados numa vassoura. Visitar o sol e a lua numa só noite e montados naquela que é um utensílio de limpeza em dias ditos normais. Varrer o pó celestial da cintura de asteróides e toda a terra vermelha do planeta vermelho que é Marte só para ver a sua cor verdadeira. É o dia dos sustos pregados por quem se esconde atrás do arbusto imaginário. Somos magos e bruxas com punhais ensanguentados e iluminados pela luz ofuscante da lua cheia. Vampiros que aparecem nas casas de quem adormece calmamente pensando que esta é mais uma noite como todas as outras e mordiscam os pescoços que, com este calor, se encontram descobertos. E é neste dia que a Bloody Mary, o Pumpkinhead (Cabeça de Abóbora), o Chucky, o Jigsaw, o Pennywise, o Pinhead, o Leatherface, o Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, o Freddy Krueger, entre muitos outros, tornam-se tão reais como os nossos pais, familiares e amigos. Podem sair de qualquer televisão a qualquer momento. Mas, principalmente, à noite. E estas palavras são para aqueles que acreditam e para aqueles que não acreditam. E, já agora, para os que não acreditam, fica o aviso. E, para aqueles que passaram a acreditar, tenho a certeza que, alguns, vão tentar viver os próximos Outubros ignorando o trigésimo primeiro dia do mês. Mas o dia 31 será sempre o Dia das Bruxas no qual tudo é possível. Bem, mas isto são outras palavras soltas. Ana Reis
Today my words, as it should be, want to play Halloween! Everything is possible on Halloween. The boiling cauldron overflows spells. The smell of herbs with so intense odors mixed with invented loves, or somehow arranged, quickly spreads throughout the air. Amulets made of skeletons, or of what remains of them, tinkle anging on the wall. A heart made of sweet pumpkin full of crazy ideas, and unusual words with a smile and eyes sculpted illuminated by the dim and flickering light of a candle illuminates the whole room. Everything is possible on Halloween. The dreams become nightmares decorated with bats and cobwebs and spoof reality. The journeys that are done inside of an orange pumpkin like a rollercoaster. Mirrors that become doors to another world. For another nauseating world illogical in the logic of our world. We can break the mirror into a thousand pieces and hide some of them in a drawer shut with seven keys that we will never close the door to the world that lies on the other side of the mirror. And a woman dressed in black always appears at the mirror reflection when we all thought that it's our reflection that we are going to find in that mirror. And we become concave on the other side of the mirror and we need to pass through some tests to become convex because everything is possible on Halloween.To travel mounted on a broomstick. Visit the sun and the moon in one night only and using as vehicle a cleaning tool used in normal days. To sweep the celestial dust of the asteroid belt and all the red dust of the red planet called Mars only to see its true color. It is the day scaring people by those who hide behind the imaginary trees. We are wizards and witches with bloody daggers and ofucante illuminated by the glaring light of the full moon. Vampires that appear in some homes that belong to people who fall asleep quietly thinking that this is another night like any other and letting their necks nacked. And it is on this day that the Bloody Mary, the Pumpkinhead, the Chucky, the Jigsaw, the Pennywise, the Pinhead, the Leatherface, the Michael Myers, the Jason Vorhees, the Freddy Krueger, among many others, become as real as our parents, family and friends. They may get out from any kind of television at any time. But mainly at night. And these words are for those who believe and for those who don't. And by the way, for those who don't believe, be warned. And, for those who become to believe, I am sure that some will try to live the next Octobers ignoring the thirty-first day of the month. But this day will always be the Halloween in which anything is possible. Well, but that is already another kind of words. Ana Reis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpvdAJYvofI
Today my words, as it should be, want to play Halloween! Everything is possible on Halloween. The boiling cauldron overflows spells. The smell of herbs with so intense odors mixed with invented loves, or somehow arranged, quickly spreads throughout the air. Amulets made of skeletons, or of what remains of them, tinkle anging on the wall. A heart made of sweet pumpkin full of crazy ideas, and unusual words with a smile and eyes sculpted illuminated by the dim and flickering light of a candle illuminates the whole room. Everything is possible on Halloween. The dreams become nightmares decorated with bats and cobwebs and spoof reality. The journeys that are done inside of an orange pumpkin like a rollercoaster. Mirrors that become doors to another world. For another nauseating world illogical in the logic of our world. We can break the mirror into a thousand pieces and hide some of them in a drawer shut with seven keys that we will never close the door to the world that lies on the other side of the mirror. And a woman dressed in black always appears at the mirror reflection when we all thought that it's our reflection that we are going to find in that mirror. And we become concave on the other side of the mirror and we need to pass through some tests to become convex because everything is possible on Halloween.To travel mounted on a broomstick. Visit the sun and the moon in one night only and using as vehicle a cleaning tool used in normal days. To sweep the celestial dust of the asteroid belt and all the red dust of the red planet called Mars only to see its true color. It is the day scaring people by those who hide behind the imaginary trees. We are wizards and witches with bloody daggers and ofucante illuminated by the glaring light of the full moon. Vampires that appear in some homes that belong to people who fall asleep quietly thinking that this is another night like any other and letting their necks nacked. And it is on this day that the Bloody Mary, the Pumpkinhead, the Chucky, the Jigsaw, the Pennywise, the Pinhead, the Leatherface, the Michael Myers, the Jason Vorhees, the Freddy Krueger, among many others, become as real as our parents, family and friends. They may get out from any kind of television at any time. But mainly at night. And these words are for those who believe and for those who don't. And by the way, for those who don't believe, be warned. And, for those who become to believe, I am sure that some will try to live the next Octobers ignoring the thirty-first day of the month. But this day will always be the Halloween in which anything is possible. Well, but that is already another kind of words. Ana Reis
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