Declaração do Homem Ordinário

by Pedro Moreira Nt

Overview

Declaro: Esse livro, minha declaração.
A coisa ordinária subsiste ao fora do comum.
Esse livro pode assustar muita gente, porque diz nada a muitos. Os que ficarem satisfeitos por mal entenderem o que foi dito. Melhor para guardar na geladeira os prantos velados. Sugiro que deixem o pinguim no mesmo lugar, ao sol ordenado, carimbado dos dias quentes e dos frios. Sem guarda-chuvas.
Sei que fica daquele jeito, sem motivo. Copo nas unhas, carne na boca, a festa continua, o braseiro ganha gorduras, um grito no jardim, olhos perdidos e o féretro não sai.
Papai morreu, e não foi apenas hoje. Temos que entender.
Sim. Fui eu quem declaro. Sim, eu declaro.
Quer ganhar primaveras perfumadas, pedras artificiais no jardim onde viverá para sempre.

Pouco me importa sua grandiosa opinião.
Mamãe anda em meio riso, aquele jeito dela. Sabe do que estou falando. Aquele traste a segue feito borboleta no mel. Abelha no casulo, entende?
Melhor esquecer. Dorme um pouco. Assim faz a vida sonolenta.

I want to be very apologyzed with you because I said what I said.
I am thus, I always says.
I says and no doubt offended peoples.
But I want say to you something else more about.
You might knew that I wrote this book in Portuguese. Maybe you knew how much it hurt me.
Were years that they in one pursuit me.
Hunting any act and creation
Same expression
It is a free hate
You, been who think be with your potent ignorance
Its giant stupidity
Your megalomaniac
Idea - if you have- idea of yourself
If have from things duty have abou himself
Trembling with knife
I will close when all change
I will stand in the same place
Far your bureaucrat ideology activity

Yours life ideas goes to tunnel
In a down vision from sexuality
You need of symbolic forms
Cannot cross the self-understanding river
You think with intestinal vision from another

Megalomaniac will control people
Like a miserable grocery store manager’s
Watching who are not and can not to be
Behind an tip square of reflective pane where live Seth

Believe that no understand with closed mind

Who know me knows
How is to me very difficult write my think

I know too that even could have the intention

The next ones
Will not read, not can they because
It is my destiny
My perfect solitude with tem
That are without them

Product Details

BN ID:	2940164084196
Publisher:	Pedro Moreira Nt
Publication date:	05/16/2020
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	345 KB
Language:	Portuguese

About the Author

Who I am

Pedro Moreira Nt
I have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, I have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, and at both comes a song walking my mind, sweetness and lovely goodness. I am critical of that; I desire to create a mist of essay, but my preference for poem structure and sensibility do not long of art. So, I seek romanticizing concepts and developing a new sense of literature that happens in its movement. I leave it to the reader to do part of that; they create a truthful text and can do a good book. It is the interpretation, the way, a leap beyond what a word says, transforming our lives when they share.
My first writings, chronic stories, participated in my soul. It was extremely critical and sarcastic about what I saw from reality.
I am talking of a fifties age period behind. In a position about what I developed, my evolution was more toward apparent expressionism and realism with wave poetical intermain. I do not know, and I am a writer by chance by life.
I wait to create something more dense and fragile so that a reader can discover more insight and make the story.
I write all day. I threw out many texts, books, and theatre, left at home friends, gave up on other works, abandoned along the path, and presented in different ways when it was impossible.
I have not had a time in which I did not have difficulties showing my art, or I was, for some reason, prohibited from showing, or people made oyster faces and bodies, seeing down shoes, putting me out because, beyond writing, I talk. And when I speak, I create conflict with conceptualistic people. I am intervenient into the academy and ideological corpus, into radicalism free. I am more definitive when I believe in what I say and highly flexible when people do not know what I am saying.
My themes are variant, and many circumstances bring me a gift, a motive to write. I wrote in Portuguese two books that I like, "Lirio" - Lille, and "O Peixinho do Pantanal" - The Little Fish from Pantanal (Wetlands), and both meant creation, jump to beyond, overcome, transformation social and personal release.
From that, I wrote other books seeking to show different meanings throughout of phantasy necessary, and it to parents and children a fantastic universe of possibilities for a personal construction, making life an adventure.
I create a pedagogical process to write and design tangled images where it is possible to seek the theme of a short story. "Lippi and Semma Friendship" talks about that, and I wrote that short story through it. They led me to social problems, injuries, differences, the orthodoxy of community rules, cultural values, the barriers around democracy and its meaning, and the gratitude for a true friendship.
"Letter to the Moon" is a short love story, but love yourself, and send a letter to the Moon through a pebble launched for.
Books about freedom, encountering people, loss, and gains, and becoming someone.
Book for radicality of right in that it does not see your bottom.
"Bakery," for example, talks about that.
I finished a short story made of challenges and adventures: "Memories of the Air." - from you start reading until the end, the thing is in action, in movement, an eternal fugue or secrets, and does not reveal its net. The reader will discover.