I see them leaving as strangers. The place is no longer packed of people. We don't know each other, and we don't have to. Because, we don't want to leave parts of ourselves for others to carrie on their shoulders. Or maybe we want to, but we just don't have enough courage and energy to do so. Why should we? Why should we cut parts of us to share with others? It wouldn't make any difference. Everyone is so busy. So sick. So sad. So suffocated to add another name to their mental list of people they barely know. But if it wouldn't make any difference, why shouldn't we just share tiny bits of us? We might be surprised. Yes... we might.I saw them leaving as strangers. Now they're back as a couple. They're no longer strangers. It seems to me that everyone is getting closer. They know each other, except for me. I'm still a stranger to this place. To them. To myself.
I see this girl chilling. She glances at me every minute or so. Should I go over to her? Should I, for the very first time, stop being a stranger in this place full of familiar faces to which I've never had the courage to, for once, say "Hi"? I don't want to be a stranger anymore. Please, tell me what to do. Spell it out for me, please.
I saw her leaving...
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...to leave parts of ourselves for others to carry on their shoulders...
...why shouldn't we just share tiny bits of us? We might be surprised...
as coisas que a francesca escreve fazem pensar ...
JC :-)
O que e que J. Camilo esta a pensar?
Cesca :)
... que quem nos conhece se vai embora com pedaços de nós em cima dos ombros é uma ideia curiosa e interessante; que aceitemos partilhar "tiny bits of us" com outras pessoas e talvez valha a pena também é uma ideia interessante... é nisso e na solidão das pessoas que o seu texto faz pensar, francesca...
jc :-)
:)
How many times (if there's any) have you given up the chance to share tiny bits of yourself with others, or to carry other people's bits on your shoulders? I'm curious :)
Would you like to share your thoughts about the word 'stranger'?
Cesca :)
too many times, I guess, most of the time... :-)
what do you mean by "stranger"? am I, are you a "stranger"?
Are you a stranger to yourself J. Camilo?
We are all strangers at some point in our lives...
Cesca :)
After I read more carefully your text I think I did understand what you had in mind. In your story the woman looks at the former strangers that are not strangers anymore and she would also like to stop being a stranger. But what does she do? Nothing. She writes about it. Can we stop being strangers and feeling lonely just because we are able to write about it? You will let me know, if you have the time and the patience to write about it again... :-)
J. Camilo :-)
Interesting, why did you think that in my story it was a "she" not a "he"?
I think people stop being strangers when they open their hearts to themselves and others. And, I must say there are various ways to accomplish this corageous attitude. Writing might be one way, depending on each individual. But was writing about it the best way for the narrator in my story? Well, not yet. Not yet is the answer.
Have a nice day J. Camilo :)
Cesca :)
You are right: the narrator seems to be a man.... he is focused on the girl who at the end is leaving... :-)
Opening our hearts is taking risks, though... Words are dangerous stuff and the possibility of being misunderstood and rejected - of missing the opportunity... of a true love, for example - has to be taken in consideration... :-)
It's raining a lot here in Norway. I hope you have a better weather in Macau... Enjoy your day! :-)
JC :-)
The narrator could either be a man or a woman. It's up to the reader. To me, it's a he.
It's true that by opening our hearts we'll inevitably face several risks. And yes, words are dangerous and very effective weapon. But, let's put it this way, words can either save a soul or kill a heart. It's all down to the us.
Just as Anais Nin said "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom". I personally think if the world only want me to do right, to stop taking risks, it better send me back to where I came from... :)
The weather here in Macau is shining. The sun seems to be pretty friendly lately.
Are you dancing in the rain then? :)
Cesca :)
so, you are reading anais nin... interesting :-) i am reading a short provocative novel by kate chopin... :-)
i very much agree with what you write, you know? but let's imagine that life is not presenting you with anything worth saying a true word, with anything worth taking risks ... There is nothing tempting you, nothing waving to you, nothing waiting for you... What would you do, who would you talk to, in that case? to say what? :-)
I can't dance in the rain, oh no, not right now... :-)
You take care, Cesca! :-)
JC
An interesting hypothetical question. I would still try to make a difference. Not wanting to be consumed and defeated by the negativism around me in such an imaginative situation. It would be hard, extremely hard. But I would face it all and search for any possible opportunity to see something bright, to touch a positive sign, and to move myself forwards rather than sitting still breathing in the hopeless air. There must be something waiting for me, motivating me even in such an hopeless life. As to whom I would talk to? Well, it would be myself, my cat, and to people I have no idea who they are but willing to debate, discuss issues in our lives. I would write to express and to taste different imaginary roles, identities. And what would I be talking/writing about? Everything and nothing :)
Well, maybe when such a depressive life arrives, I would choose not to do any of the above. I'm not a fan of plans and promises.
What would you do J. Camilo? Or are you already living such a life? I hope not, because that's too grey...
Let's keep the sun shining, and hope you'll get sunbeams over in Norway :)
Cesca :)
Thank you, Francesca, for your suggestions... I took a lot of your time, I guess... :-) I have to say that I was teasing you... I have been reading some old Greek tragedies recently ... :-)
Have a great week-end... !
JC :-)
Don't worry, it didn't take me a lot of my time. I enjoy writing thus it never takes my time :)
So, you were teasing me... and I took it seriously... hehehe...
I had a good weekend, hope you had a great one J. Camilo :)
Cesca :)
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