CAPÍTULO 1
Tenho 34 anos. Não sei o que é ter seja que idade for. Quando era miúda, talvez com os meus 10 anos, imaginava que nunca faria os 14. Não sei porquê? Talvez uma fatalidade se abatesse sobre mim, talvez ter 14 anos fosse ser já muito crescida... não sei. E quando me encontrei no décimo quarto ano de existência, fiquei surpreendida: afinal tinha já 14 anos!
Passaram mais vinte anos. Podia fazer contas e escrever o número de meses, de dias, de horas que se passaram entretanto. Mas os números são tão relativos! Tudo é relativo e depende do modo como se sente, do modo como se experiencia.
Há certas etapas da nossa vida que se esvanecem, não sei se é efeito da passagem do tempo, se é o ritmo dos tempos modernos que não está programado para atualizar a nossa capacidade de armazenamento de dados. Sei que há certos momentos que são não recordáveis, outros são ficcionados com a ajuda de fotografias ou porque alguém insistiu com "não te lembras?!?!... Foi assim: ...". E um mundo paralelo vem à tona, vivido anteriormente ou não, desenha-se na nossa mente e ganha vida.
O que escrevo está sempre entre cá e lá. Não posso afirmar com a certeza absoluta que são factos verídicos. São sensações. E essas gosto de as sentir como verdadeiras.
(English version)
I'm 34 years old. I don't know what it's like to be whatever age. When I was a kid, maybe with my 10 years, I thought I would never do 14. I don't know why? Maybe a fatality would befall me, maybe being 14 years old would be being already too old--I don't know. And when I found myself in the fourteenth year of existence, I was surprised: after all I was 14 years already!
It's been over twenty years. I Could do math and write the number of months, days, hours that have passed in the meantime. But the numbers are so relative. Everything is relative and depends on the way you feel, the way you experience.
There are certain stages of our life that fade away, I don't know if it's effect of the passage of time, whether it is the pace of modern times which are not programmed to update our data storage capacity. I know that there are certain moments that can not be remembered, others became fiction with the help of photographs or because someone urged "don't you remember?!?!... It was like this: ... ". And a parallel world comes up, having lived previously or not, is drawn on our mind and comes to life.
What I write is always between here and there. I can't say with absolute certainty that are veritable facts. They are sensations. And these I like to feel as true.
(English version)
I'm 34 years old. I don't know what it's like to be whatever age. When I was a kid, maybe with my 10 years, I thought I would never do 14. I don't know why? Maybe a fatality would befall me, maybe being 14 years old would be being already too old--I don't know. And when I found myself in the fourteenth year of existence, I was surprised: after all I was 14 years already!
It's been over twenty years. I Could do math and write the number of months, days, hours that have passed in the meantime. But the numbers are so relative. Everything is relative and depends on the way you feel, the way you experience.
There are certain stages of our life that fade away, I don't know if it's effect of the passage of time, whether it is the pace of modern times which are not programmed to update our data storage capacity. I know that there are certain moments that can not be remembered, others became fiction with the help of photographs or because someone urged "don't you remember?!?!... It was like this: ... ". And a parallel world comes up, having lived previously or not, is drawn on our mind and comes to life.
What I write is always between here and there. I can't say with absolute certainty that are veritable facts. They are sensations. And these I like to feel as true.
