This

When this appeared in town, some people were startled.

There were people who burst out laughing.

There were people who shivered with fear.

And people who found it marvelous.

And people who pulled out their hair.

And people who lit firecrackers.

And people who bit their tongue, lost their sleep, shouted hooray, bit their nails, clapped their hands, ran away in fear, and also people who were very, very, very happy.

Some people were sure that this was intolerable.

Others also felt sure. They said: – Hooray! Great! Finally!

Many were worried. They demanded that this should be forbidden. That this was impossible. That this was wrong. That this could be very dangerous.

Others celebrated, laughing and commemorating, and went out on the streets hugging each other, singing and dancing full of joy.

Some decided to persecute this. They said this wasn’t worth anything. They said that it was necessary to end this under all circumstances or, at least, take it and send it far, far away.

Many defended and praised this. The swore that this was good. That this would be better for everyone. That they had been waiting for this for a long time. That this was important, beautiful and precious.

Somebody decided to end this anyway.

But somebody else said No! and quickly hid it away, secretly, at the bottom of their heart.

Dear reader: this could be many things. If you feel like it, take pen and paper and write about it: say what this is according to your opinion and feeling, what it is like, what it does, where it came from, where it goes and what the sense of this is, after all. If you like, you can also draw it.

 

(extract from the book Se eu fosse aquilo, Ática, 2002)

Translated by Anita Gritsch