24/11/1991 - 24/11/2005 "... the show must go on"
Thursday, November 24, 2005
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The 'call' came out quickly, without turning his gaze. So I was left alone in that cold cell, without understanding why. And the headaches, which began to be felt, I overwhelm the mind, unable, now, to think rationally about my situation.
I do not know how long I remained thus, motionless, thrown to the ground like an old rag on that hard concrete, which for days had picked up my tears of anger.
I had hoped to return free at any time. I even prayed to the sky ... I, who even as a child I had ever done ...
was no longer just a dream, or a plea to a distant God. The freedom was there, watching me from the glimpse of the starry sky that was visible from the door half open.
But now I was not wanting. When he left, my 'guard', the being that until a few minutes before I was cursed with all my might, I as he had emptied.
There, on the corner cold and dark, clear night, I felt that I called unto him, I saw the way of much needed escape ... but I no longer knew who I was.
The right arm began to hurt, not everything, but only a specific point. Carefully I raised my sleeve shirt worn to identify the reason for that suffering. With disarming surprise I noticed the cause of the annoying pain: a number, a six-digit number, branded.
I was overcome by an uncontrollable panic, something akin to a shock through my muscles. I no longer heard, even the exhaustion seemed abandoned me ... I just wanted to run, run away ... from that place, all unanswered questions, one that did not recognize myself. In
impetus of emotion, was taken into the 'guard'. In a language incomprehensible, but guessed by frantic gestures, ordered his equally desperate to bring in another. The tasks performed and carelessly dropped on the floor, the poor fellow. And for the second time, the damn door closed behind to be horrible.
It had happened so quickly that for a moment I thought I had imagined it all ... I had seen to that surreal sequence paralyzed as a condemned man assists in building his gallows and, in a dramatic flash of lucidity, I thought, if nothing else, the death would be almost a certainty healthy for my poor nerves now on the verge of destruction.
was a soft noise to fetch at least partially on the scene of absurd theater that persisted in wanting to call reality. I turned my head and I had to sharpen the view to being able to see the profile of the dark figure that was approaching slowly.
in the excitement of a moment before I had paid attention to the features of the new prisoner, that proceeded with apparent difficulty, crawling on all fours ...
Slowly, in the segment of light that the moon high in the night threw in the room through a narrow opening, revealed the face of a woman ...
'Jeff' whispered the woman. 'Jeff, are you?' Her face quivered imperceptibly, perhaps out of fear or perhaps the thrill of having found a person known. With hesitation I began to speak. 'I. .. I do not know .. I do not know anything .. ' I did not have time to end this meaningless phrase that jumped on the woman with obvious trepidation. 'Oh Jeff, Jeff's you! Recognize your voice in a thousand! '
(continued?)
The 'call' came out quickly, without turning his gaze. So I was left alone in that cold cell, without understanding why. And the headaches, which began to be felt, I overwhelm the mind, unable, now, to think rationally about my situation. I do not know how long I remained thus, motionless, thrown to the ground like an old rag on that hard concrete, which for days had picked up my tears of anger.
I had hoped to return free at any time. I even prayed to the sky ... I, who even as a child I had ever done ...
was no longer just a dream, or a plea to a distant God. The freedom was there, watching me from the glimpse of the starry sky that was visible from the door half open.
But now I was not wanting. When he left, my 'guard', the being that until a few minutes before I was cursed with all my might, I as he had emptied.
There, on the corner cold and dark, clear night, I felt that I called unto him, I saw the way of much needed escape ... but I no longer knew who I was.
The right arm began to hurt, not everything, but only a specific point. Carefully I raised my sleeve shirt worn to identify the reason for that suffering. With disarming surprise I noticed the cause of the annoying pain: a number, a six-digit number, branded.
I was overcome by an uncontrollable panic, something akin to a shock through my muscles. I no longer heard, even the exhaustion seemed abandoned me ... I just wanted to run, run away ... from that place, all unanswered questions, one that did not recognize myself. In
impetus of emotion, was taken into the 'guard'. In a language incomprehensible, but guessed by frantic gestures, ordered his equally desperate to bring in another. The tasks performed and carelessly dropped on the floor, the poor fellow. And for the second time, the damn door closed behind to be horrible.
It had happened so quickly that for a moment I thought I had imagined it all ... I had seen to that surreal sequence paralyzed as a condemned man assists in building his gallows and, in a dramatic flash of lucidity, I thought, if nothing else, the death would be almost a certainty healthy for my poor nerves now on the verge of destruction.
was a soft noise to fetch at least partially on the scene of absurd theater that persisted in wanting to call reality. I turned my head and I had to sharpen the view to being able to see the profile of the dark figure that was approaching slowly.
in the excitement of a moment before I had paid attention to the features of the new prisoner, that proceeded with apparent difficulty, crawling on all fours ...
Slowly, in the segment of light that the moon high in the night threw in the room through a narrow opening, revealed the face of a woman ...
'Jeff' whispered the woman. 'Jeff, are you?' Her face quivered imperceptibly, perhaps out of fear or perhaps the thrill of having found a person known. With hesitation I began to speak. 'I. .. I do not know .. I do not know anything .. ' I did not have time to end this meaningless phrase that jumped on the woman with obvious trepidation. 'Oh Jeff, Jeff's you! Recognize your voice in a thousand! '
(continued?)
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Phrase Translation English To Hawaiian
Blue, red and gray
Another song by The Who. It 's a time when I lack imagination, but the songs of this group follow exactly rock my mood today.
Fascinating (-:
Another song by The Who. It 's a time when I lack imagination, but the songs of this group follow exactly rock my mood today.
Fascinating (-:
Some people seem so obsessed with the morning( The Who - Blue, Red and Gray )
They wake up early just to see the sun come
others like it more when there is fire in the sky
They worship the sun when 'is high
Still others are for those sultry evenings Sipping cocktails in
blue, red and gray
But I love every minute of the day.
I love every second, as long as there is on my mind
Every moment has its special charm
It's okay when you're around, rain or
beautiful face I know some who live just after midnight
Their faces always seem so pale
While there are other friends of mine who are in need of sunlight They say a tan
never lets you know a man who does the night shift
is fortunate to have a job and a pay
Ed I love every minute of the day.
I appreciate every second I can laugh with the snow and rain
I find it exciting to feel cold and being soaked
The pleasure seems to compensate for the pain
So you see I'm completely crazy
avoid even the South of France
People on the hill, say those who are lazy
But when they sleep, I sing and dance
Some people must have the evenings
Cocktails in the sultry blue, red and gray
But I love every minute of the day.
I love every minute of the day.
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