London 2:22 AM, following on the computer the referendum vote through BBC, hardly understanding the accented British accent but seeing the percentage charts terrifying with the possibility of the dawn of European Union’s dissolution … 51.7% Leave x 48.3% Remain – swallowing down xenophobia picked from a developed garbage can – 53.8% Leave x 46.2% Remain – no separation for organic waste – 52.1% Leave x 47.9% Remain – but the skins, regardless of color and origin, they do not decompose in the very same way, don’t they? Hours and hours of “Brexit” brought me up flashes of memory of the counting of Brazil’s last election, the recent political events, too much aggression, too much anger, human rights setback too, even … beeepcrrrksshbuzzzhumm interfering thoughts in the mind like a detuned radio buzzzhummksshbeep several tabs “My name is Milo Moiré, I’m a performance artist and I stand here for women’s rights and sexual equality” ksshbuzzzhummbuzz in one of the stations, the news about the arrest of the artist Milo Moiré during her performance on Trafalgar Square hummbuzzksshbuzzz the powerful ecolight of ancient and female black voice, Elza Soares “what I really wanted to do at this point is speak about women … speak about blackness, homophobia, sex and yell things that seem old-fashioned … We are in 2016, you know?” beeepcrrrksshbuzzzhumm 2016 !!! crrrksshbuzzzhummbeeepppp By the way, yesterday in my dream the landscape was vibrant green, there was sun even though here is always gray, the tire was flat and no matter how hard I tried, the heavy bike wasn’t gaining speed ksshbuzzzhummbuzz in another tab the desire to wake up in different tune. Yes, that would be great. Again, I look at the charts hummbuzzksshbuzzz walk around looking for empathy because, oh my god, never, neverland, neither in my years of pure innocence and fantasy, I believed so much that only love will save the world! Where’s the button that makes things better? 2016, you know… Do you?
Londres 2:22 da madrugada no computador acompanhando a votação do referendo na BBC sem entender quase nada do inglês britânico acentuado mas vendo os gráficos percentuais aterrorizar a possibilidade do início da dissolução da União Europeia… 51,7% Leave x 48,3% Remain – engolindo xenofobia catada na lata do lixo desenvolvido – 53,8% Leave x 46,2% Remain – sem separação para resíduos orgânicos – 52,1% Leave x 47,9% Remain – mas as peles, independente da cor e da origem, não decompõem-se da mesma forma? Horas e horas de “Brexit” que me levam a flashes de memória da apuração das ultimas eleições no Brasil e a fatos políticos recentes, agressões demais, raiva demais, retrocesso de direitos humanos demais, mesmo… shrwssssshiwwwshiasss pensamentointerferente na mente como um radio mal sintonizado shhhhhhrwssss varias abas “My name is Milo Moiré, I’m a performance artist, and I stand here for women’s rights and sexual equality” shhhrwsssssr em uma delas a noticia da prisão da artista Milo Moire detida na Trafalgar Square enquanto performava shiwwwshiassshhhhhhhh a ecoluz powerful da voz negra feminina e velha de Elza Soares “A coisa que eu mais queria fazer neste momento era falar sobre a Mulher… Falar da negritude. Da homofobia. Dos sexos… Gritar!!! De coisas que pra todo mundo é careta… Estamos em 2016, gente…Entendem?’” shiwwwshiasss 2016!!! shiwwwshiasshhhhhhhhhhhhhh
By the way, ontem no meu sonho a paisagem era verde vibrante, tinha sol apesar daqui estar sempre cinza, o pneu estava furado e não importava o quanto me esforçasse pra andar, a bicicleta pesada não ganhava velocidade wwwshiasshhh noutra aba o desejo de acordar em outra sintonia. Sim, seria ótimo. Volto a olhar os gráficos shrwssssshiwwwshiasss ando por aqui buscando empatia porque oh my god, nunca, neverland, nem nos meus anos de mais pura inocência e fantasia eu acreditei tanto que somente o amor salvará o mundo! Onde que a gente aperta o botão que faz as coisas ficarem melhores? 2016, gente… Entendem?
