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Presents
I`ve always been such an ordinary man.
I was born in Barra Seca, raised in Linhares downtown,
and... lost everything.
I`ve been to this homeless shelter...for a month, I guess.
I slept down there, right there.
I was for two years and a half here in this square.
I hit the rock bottom,
going days without a shower.
Sometimes you look at someone and don`t realize
that person had a better life before
and a decent past.
Obviously, it`s a weird being that people naturally find it weird.
Money is not everything in life.
What really matters
is dignity
manhood
integrity.
If it`s real?
I don`t even know what to say.
If it`s real...I`ve never seen such thing in my life.
I...
don`t know...
I don`t know how I got here.
That is the caveman
who is coming back.
They set us on fire. They set us on fire.
They usually kill, stab people, set them on fire. You get it?
Look if my skin isn`t burnt!
Man, it`s kind of funny, right?
It has nothing to do with God, right?
On the streets, I have to be violent.
Even if I feel like crying I can`t show weakness
otherwise, I`m dead.
Discrimination towards homeless.
Maybe one can even set fire on a member of his own family without knowing it.
I`m saying man, that`s a monster!
The guy is “sherek”! He comes from Jacaraipe.
Man, I don`t know!
But it`s not something from this world, you know!
You know when something happens at the very right time?
Well, that`s what happened.
Baffus!
Bagus!
Bagarius!
My name?
It`s what you imagined.
A soul in tatters.
My name is Baffus Bagus Bagarius.
What?
Baffus
Bagus
Bagarius!
We had to attend this big client
an important bank, you know?
Script done, concerning the concept of “materializing dreams”.
And he agency selected only actors who did not fit the role.
Where did I come from?
Where did I come from?
From expectations
that floated in the air.
And now...
they echo before forgetfulness.
from consciousnesses that shaped the walls of my house...
the results of my subsistence...
shelter of my soul.
They molded my face...
and assured the flame of my desire.
I emerged from the capacity of your fellow-being...
to imagine
We needed something more...
Ahn...
How do you say?
Onei...Onírios...Oneiric!
I am a myth
That`s it!
An ideal that one day had a purpose.
Something that could suggest dreams.
A conscious fiction of my own existence.
That’s when I saw Baffus on the street.
Man, that was magical!
He was perfect for the role.
Today we`re producing the...
seventh commercial with him.
Seventh or eighth, Aninha?
Seventh...seventh!
Dude...
it gives me chills
Now...
Baffus is perfect to represent the bank.
I admire the waves
for having always sought a new place on the sand.
Nevertheless,
at the same time, I abominate them
for having always abandoned the already conquered.
The pillars of the civilization
were built by minds
that had dedicated themselves to knowledge,
that had challenged rainstorms and Gods,
crowds and common ideals.
Many were slaughtered by their contemporaries.
But, their accomplishments
were perpetuated for enjoyment of future generations.
Man is born with no claws or fangs.
In order to survive,
he has just his mind
as his only resource.
And the same mind
is capable of unlimited ideas.
Achievements
Victories
Dreams
Thus,
man transcended.
For every dream,
a dreamer
to make it real:
Your dream. Your bank.
If your existence were in danger,
what would it be the limits of your morality?
Joining the executioner
Would seem to you an absurd
or some forlorn hope?
I`m not sure if I belive myself to be a loser.
If so,
I wouldn`t be the detainer of such ruin.
Disbelief
leaded me to marginality.
Ideals wander in the obscurity of disbelief
of meaninglesseness
of the end
I feel lonely.
Not only the condition of physical isolation.
The reserved place to my carcass ha been already called.
The old deceased
must move over to the new dying
Do you miss your world?
Here is an inexpressible feeling.
Just now, experiencing your world
I can describe this lump in the throat.
This heavy feeling.
I remember the hydromel smell,
its strong and unique taste
intoxicating
the diversity of my people.
The music...
The peculiar music
which surrounded all
The bodies
that united echoed
a glorious refrain
The absence of such sensations leads me to
this undescribable feeling...
“I`m homesick”
There`s no way to believe in something with a smile on the face.
Now you can understand the crisis in my world.
It is ceasing to exist.
And us, their loyal inhabitants
are being killed
by the unmerciful sword of reason.
New miths are created.
I feel the calling
and obedient I accept.
Now,
I relegate to the hermetic abyss of forgetfulness.
Projecting dreams