Sailor, sailor.  It was the fall of the ship

Sailor, sailor. It was the fall of the ship

Turn around and move, we’re confused. An explosive topic, an incredible event that for a few moments we even thought: “Now go! This is serious.” The ship rocks one way, it rocks the other, we are stunned. Soon there will be others and, as always, no planning, no care, every now and then we hear about punishments with fines that, in fact, are never paid; some even “amnestied” forever. Calm down, not yours. If you don’t pay you will understand exactly and personally what the meaning of an avalanche is, an avalanche of interest and corrections.

This is how we live our lives, facing all the tides in a learning process that is independent even of what we learned from our parents. That of survival, and that is always very private. We fall into the water all the time, in our personal and professional lives; in collective life and as citizens. We need to put our feet up and keep our noses out of the water. Breathe. If you can, you are alive.

A succession and at each step we learn a style that is more than the butterfly or the backstroke. There are those who are experts in the soap movement, who make mistakes. In the movement of the vulture, which makes use of the remains of those who dive. In the movement of offering, which leaves everything to God to resolve. In the movement of floating, without wanting to know anything, without an opinion, and which is very common, understandable if it happens due to the tiredness of wanting to get to shore and stay there to dry. We would need to swim more synchronized.

The ways are truly countless. But in personal situations we are always inside a simple little boat. When we drown for love, this suffering that seems to never be overcome, the sobs and tears must be removed with a bucket so as not to sink. And we try to fill the hole with another and another. I don’t think it’s necessary to be more clear.

But we depend every day on the general ship of the nation, this troubled nation that does not know which direction it will take. Investigations are always ongoing and take years to reach a destination, as in the Marielle case, now with masterminds and creators identified, who we hope will not soon have to be seen on the streets with anklet ornaments. A few more years: how many? – and will new results arrive? For more than a month we saw hundreds of men searching for two fugitives from MossorĂ³. Nothing. They gave interviews, they drew circles, they walked in them, they lost track. Now everything is disabled.

Let justice be done. Ah, can’t we go further? Are court orders only helpful to a few? I have seen many people disobey. AND? Nothing.

Writing every week, I do just like the fishermen who feel where the winds, the tides, the influence of the Moon come from. It’s not always easy, people read what they want, always, and now they want there to be only two versions and indications of the facts, eliminating any possibility of nuance. I would have written “Winsocks and slaps in face”, about windsocks, people’s windsocks and windsocks. I gave up. I thought it best to just think of the sailor, just a sailor, with his cap, all dressed up. A very Brazilian symbol.

Source: Terra

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