segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008

Direitos Humanos

Pensando ainda no artigo que citei do Carioca Virtual em texto abaixo (com os devidos links), não pude deixar de associar aos absurdos que esse tipo de ideologia já levou sociedades consideradas "civilizadas", como a Alemanha Pré-Segunda Guerra Mundial a fazer, com o consentimento da maioria. O filme que melhor puxei de memória para exemplificar isso de forma poética foi "V de Vingança". Baseado em uma "HQ" revolucionária, mostra como a intolerância e o lado mais sombrio da ser humano pode sempre estar à espreita, como uma gripe que volta em ciclos... O vídeo, para variar, só achei em inglês, no original, sem legendas, mas coloquei a transcrição abaixo para facilitar o entendimento completo de quem não está familiarizado com o sotaque inglês =) Para refletir... (postei demais ultimamente e prometo maneirar por uns dias...)




Valerie's Letter

I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography ill ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't.

In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.

I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.

I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much.

They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one.

I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

-Valerie


P.S: Nunca é demais lembrar aos mais novos que o Brasil só vive em uma democracia, em um Estado de Direito, desde que José Sarney, para bem ou não, tornou-se o 35° Presidente do Brasil, o primeiro civil após os terríveis anos de chumbo da ditadura militar, a 15 de março de 1985... Não me parece muito nem me inspira muita segurança.

6 comentários:

Leo Lazzini disse...

opa, valeu pelos elogios!! hehe muitas fotos e muitos novos textos!!

poo esse txto eh lindo , ouvi um boato de que ele ficou pronto antes do script do filme

Klero disse...

remember remember the 5th of november

Alexandre Lucas disse...

Klero: "...the gunpowder and the plot..."
Leo: não me lembro se o mesmo texto fazia já parte da HQ...

Nicholas disse...

Nícholas Vasconcelos (Campo Grande/MS)

O mais absurdo é que os excluídos e perseguidos reproduzem as perseguições. Quem nunca ouviu na balada alguem acabar com o "pão com ovo"? Pois é...o mesmo comportamento.

Lúcia BL disse...

olá, alexandre!

obrigada por compartilhar esse trecho lindo de v de vingança.

talvez eu não tenha energia ou poder para mobilizar grandes transformações sociais... mas ao menos procuro, no meu mundo, no meu entorno, ser inclusiva e pacífica.

como ensinou gandhi (e como o nicholas aí em cima concordaria), procuro antes ser a mudança que quero ver no mundo... é difícil pacas... mas aos pouquinhos estou conseguindo!

beijoenorme!

lúcia

Alexandre Lucas disse...

Lúcia,
TUDO é possível. O impossível apenas demora mais...
Obrigado pela luz nesta imensa escuridão =)
Um dia vamos pegar o DVD e assistir inteiro juntos? Podendo parar para comentários?
Beijo do mais improvável dos amigos !