Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Happiness wil be my revolution!

It is like when you are a kid and your mom tells you not to do something, then you do it even though you know it is

wrong but you don't wanna tell her because you don't wanna hurt her feelings, why? Because you love her.
So why did you do it in the first place? I guess it is a human need for adventure and rule-braking.
If your mom tells you not to do something OF COURSE you are going to do it. That is how it works, right?
I apologize for all the mistakes and wrong doings, and swear that life will flow naturally on it's patterns of

reclusion, refusion and conclusions.
I never managed to be sober on my doings and follow the voice in your head that says "Dude, don't". Something tells

me... well, Something is a really annoying person.
The human nature that did indeed lead us to evolution must have dissipated through out the years of holocaust and

butchery, cause I have none left. Human kind have none left. We are left to each other's solely mercy, which

doesn't help because humans tend to be inhumans, totally merciless.
So why, I ask you, why do we insist on the same mistakes of breaking people thrust. Is it to assure that there was

thrust in there in the first place? Well, but now there is none, so you conclude it wasn't really really there, was

just a pretend thrust.
Well, dude, I have bad news for you: You are the one who doesn't thrust.
Yes, I know, life is hard and cruel. But it has been like that forever and with everybody, you are not the only

one. So stop crying, go find a job, a boyfriend, leave your parents house and get happy.
Yeah, sometimes you need help from alcohol or movies or something else to remember what is it to be happy, but you

know what? So what?!
As long as you can remember and feel happiness, I say it is ok.
Nobody is happy all the time, that would be even stupid to say because everybody knows it is impossible.
Sadness is there to remind you of how good happiness is and why you sleep everynight with the same person who may

not produce pleasant smells during the night, but he makes you happy.
And that is something worth fighting and living for.
Now that you found the person who brings you happiness, maybe you should bring him happiness.
Be his knight in a shiny armor.

Let happiness be, against the world, your revenge.

- Antonio Sousa
November.29/2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A Bohemian Rhapsody



A Bohemian Rhapsody
by Antonio Sousa

In November 24th will be 19 years since Freddy Mercury has left the stage. Another one among so many victims of AIDS. I was 4 years old when he died and I am pretty sure that when it happened it didn't really meant anything to me. But what Freddie means to me nowadays is way beyond a rock singer.

He is a symbol, a standard, a martyr, if you wish, in the fight against prejudice.

Althought he was the only rock singer ever to have an audience of 72.000 people (Live Aid, 1985) to sing, clap and swing in unison, Mercury still shows at the 18th position as the most influent rock singer in a list of 100 created by the Rolling Stones Magazine.

His voice would go from an E2 to a F5, do you know of any other rock singer who can do the same?

Freddie Mercury is a symbol in the fight against prejudice, having his life always under speculation about his sexual “preferences”. One time, a reporter asked him "So how about being bent? " by NME in December 1974, Mercury replied "You're a crafty cow. Let's put it this way, there were times when I was young and green. It's a thing schoolboys go through. I've had my share of schoolboy pranks. I'm not going to elaborate further." A writer for a gay online newspaper felt that audiences may have been overly naive about the matter: " with shows that he used to be bullyed when a kid.

Even his band, when he suggested the name Queen, were no so cooperative in the beginning.

Some months ago I was watching TV and zapping through the channels when I stopped for some seconds at an interview with Adam Lambert saying how he was a “singer and not A gay, that is why I don't get involved into the gay community. Here I am an artist, without gender” and I got SO pissed off.

The only reason why you can wear eye mascara, black nails and be openly gay for the world, mr. Lambert, is because the gay community even before you start thinking about existing was fighting for YOUR right to be what you want to be. It is because of Freddie Mercury was in the stage dressed in the way he wanted, expressing his style, the same one you find so modern but he was already showing 30 years ago.

I begun to listen to Queen because my mother used to buy the Cds, she always loved Freddie Mercury. I don't think that she understands what he means to me, the power he has and how the attitude he had decades ago change the world and started a mental revolution for that generation. But makes me happy that she likes Queen and I never heard a word of prejudice from her.

Alas, when I was search for a Freddie picture to put as my profile at facebook, there was a picture of him saying “Freddie Mercury: gayer than a bag of dicks”. In other words, prejudice is alive and burning.

Maybe it is not even the fact that Fraddie Mercury was gay that bothers so many people, but the fact he was free, the fact he said, did and wore what he wanted. A free mind.

I love you, Freddie Mercury, for everything you represents.

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Pros brasileiros, aqui tá a versão original em português: http://revistaladoa.com.br/website/artigo.asp?id=17125&cod=1592&idi=1&xmoe=84&moe=84

Monday, November 22, 2010

Um Poema de Desespero

E o que eu mais quero
Meu desejo mais puro e intimo
É que o peso dos meus passos
Não passem esquecidos

Que o fogo do meu pranto
E o pavor que vem de dentro
Não fiquem marcados na areia
Que se vai ao sopro do vento

Que não seja em vão meu grito
Nem passageiro o meu passeio
Pelos cantos extremos da Terra

Que a cera da vela acesa
Na mais traiçoeira da horas
Permaneça no canto da mesa.

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And what I really want
My deepest and purest desire
Is that the weight of my footsteps
Won't go unnoticed

That the fire of my cry
And the terror from inside
Won't be marked on the sand
That foes with the wind's blow

That won't be in vain my scream
Nor passengers my steps
Through the extremes corners of the Earth

That the wax of candle that was lighten
During the trickiest hour
Will stay by the table's corner.