Amor en portugués
few years ago, I posted on another blog a series of articles I wrote for a writing workshop that was one of my teachers of teachers of Portuguese, Mariana Podetti. That other blog has almost no visits and for years did not update, so I decided to begin migrating some of those texts in this blog, then delete the old one. For this text, the slogan was to tell the story of our first relationship with the Portuguese language.
Às vezes, not silence da noite, eu
imagine nós dois.
Eu ali traffic Sonhando agreed
gathering or before, or agora eo depois.
Caetano Veloso
The first time I fell was in Portuguese. I did not speak a word, however, was in Portuguese.
We had met in a chat. I did not go to the chats, and entered without knowing why. Do n't know why she was common at that time, in which there were many things I did not want to know. We talk a lot, long time, and handed me your phone number, email address and a photo. The photo was taken out in his people stood on a wooden boat in the harbor. Behind the sea was enormous. I could see and touch that boat with my own hands, but that was more than three years later. That day just left the chat and I forgot, or wanted. I wanted to forget, yes, but I do not think I could.
Many times I went to that photo, I kept seeing the image: the boat, the sea. My desires were raised and sailed facing a dangerous storm, strong, difficult to cross. I could not, not wanted. Yes, I wanted, I could not. Do not know if I wanted or could.
When we met, after almost a year, I found incredible. Was or was not? Yes, there is no doubt, was: That image, for so long going through my head like a cool breeze in the back, those who leave and you do not know well what it was. I could not. More than once I started to dial the number, I got to five digits and cut. Then I forgot. To six. Forget again. Once marked all, and I attended the answering automatic. In Portuguese, of course. I hung up, grabbed the photo and put it in my closet with the rest of my stuff and went away, where the cold wind could not reach me. My world could not withstand such winds.
Later came all that wine. What happened had to happen sooner rather than later. And the picture, the boat, the sea, the port, remained in the closet stash. Nobody warned them, or perhaps it was inertia, the habit, a certain order of things which had long been working and that the picture remained available there. I had not realized: the ban remained in place as these laws repealed by the custom one agreed to delete the legal digest.
Mrs. fortune gave me a hand. That night he had gone to this place by chance, not what was intended. It was a strange place, bizarre, funny but a bit shocking. Because of that music was rotten mechanical, artificial, composed to be heard by computer: the change of scenery will help me a little ears. These rhythms come good, I was having fun, but still did not quite adapt to a place I was like a toad out of water. The coincidence-or not I had been there.
had already left behind the idea that this night would be surprised, when the image appeared to me this body, and I remembered the boat, the sea port. It was not possible, but: it is, no doubt. Do you speak or not speak? And spent almost a year and never get to see us do you remember? No, what's going to remember ... were two hours in a chat, one day, and that was all.
trying not lose anything.
"Hello" I said with a shyness that I had forgotten.
-...
I do not know if you remember but ... "And she explained, told him about the boat, the chat that day either, what could not, so now I can. For some reason we had seen again. No: we had first seen in person. Now we should find out why, so that the story made sense.
He hesitated. Started telling me that he had to go, a taste, we see a day now, bye bye, and suddenly it was as a question and said:
"Come, let us drink.
And I was already getting ready to hit, catch your breath at the speed of light and went, and took something, and talked, and we met again, and said he had never spoken that way, so long, with a stranger for a chat, and why not call me ...
Bowling closed and we walked. It was the first round of presidential elections in Brazil, the consulate opened at eight o'clock and we went together. Voted for the candidate I wanted and arrived at the bus stop. Today the road ends here, but call me. I league, hein?
few days later we met again. Had sex many times in my life had already reached the point where you have no idea how many. It seems silly, but a few years before, had the account, did you make all the beginning? But that night I made love for the first time.
And when we were in bed I Caetano sang a song that I still bristles a little skin when I hear it, and we did several times in various parts of the house, and when I said that was the cutest thing I had seen in my life I said:
- Quem , você?
And I fell in Portuguese, for the first time.
What happened next is not part of this story, but I will say that was very nice and other times very sad. Moments that will never forget and others who prefer not to remember. After love and indifference, it became a friendship that even today remains very strong. And I began to listen more Caetano songs, and others. And a while later we went together to his people, and as friends and I could touch that boat with my hands, and I was like in the picture: the sea, the port, we in the sun of this beautiful country, taking coconut ice cream walking barefoot.
We returned to Buenos Aires and shortly thereafter began to study Portuguese. Now I know that I could never explain in English quanta saudade desse Tenho days.
When we met, after almost a year, I found incredible. Was or was not? Yes, there is no doubt, was: That image, for so long going through my head like a cool breeze in the back, those who leave and you do not know well what it was. I could not. More than once I started to dial the number, I got to five digits and cut. Then I forgot. To six. Forget again. Once marked all, and I attended the answering automatic. In Portuguese, of course. I hung up, grabbed the photo and put it in my closet with the rest of my stuff and went away, where the cold wind could not reach me. My world could not withstand such winds.
Later came all that wine. What happened had to happen sooner rather than later. And the picture, the boat, the sea, the port, remained in the closet stash. Nobody warned them, or perhaps it was inertia, the habit, a certain order of things which had long been working and that the picture remained available there. I had not realized: the ban remained in place as these laws repealed by the custom one agreed to delete the legal digest.
Mrs. fortune gave me a hand. That night he had gone to this place by chance, not what was intended. It was a strange place, bizarre, funny but a bit shocking. Because of that music was rotten mechanical, artificial, composed to be heard by computer: the change of scenery will help me a little ears. These rhythms come good, I was having fun, but still did not quite adapt to a place I was like a toad out of water. The coincidence-or not I had been there.
had already left behind the idea that this night would be surprised, when the image appeared to me this body, and I remembered the boat, the sea port. It was not possible, but: it is, no doubt. Do you speak or not speak? And spent almost a year and never get to see us do you remember? No, what's going to remember ... were two hours in a chat, one day, and that was all.
trying not lose anything.
"Hello" I said with a shyness that I had forgotten.
-...
I do not know if you remember but ... "And she explained, told him about the boat, the chat that day either, what could not, so now I can. For some reason we had seen again. No: we had first seen in person. Now we should find out why, so that the story made sense.
He hesitated. Started telling me that he had to go, a taste, we see a day now, bye bye, and suddenly it was as a question and said:
"Come, let us drink.
And I was already getting ready to hit, catch your breath at the speed of light and went, and took something, and talked, and we met again, and said he had never spoken that way, so long, with a stranger for a chat, and why not call me ...
Bowling closed and we walked. It was the first round of presidential elections in Brazil, the consulate opened at eight o'clock and we went together. Voted for the candidate I wanted and arrived at the bus stop. Today the road ends here, but call me. I league, hein?
few days later we met again. Had sex many times in my life had already reached the point where you have no idea how many. It seems silly, but a few years before, had the account, did you make all the beginning? But that night I made love for the first time.
And when we were in bed I Caetano sang a song that I still bristles a little skin when I hear it, and we did several times in various parts of the house, and when I said that was the cutest thing I had seen in my life I said:
- Quem , você?
And I fell in Portuguese, for the first time.
What happened next is not part of this story, but I will say that was very nice and other times very sad. Moments that will never forget and others who prefer not to remember. After love and indifference, it became a friendship that even today remains very strong. And I began to listen more Caetano songs, and others. And a while later we went together to his people, and as friends and I could touch that boat with my hands, and I was like in the picture: the sea, the port, we in the sun of this beautiful country, taking coconut ice cream walking barefoot.
We returned to Buenos Aires and shortly thereafter began to study Portuguese. Now I know that I could never explain in English quanta saudade desse Tenho days.
Buenos Aires, March 2006.
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