Português
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One day I wake up in the company of an unknown word – torosa – entangled by love. I watch the bull and its fighter interlaced – female dressed in red, fully seductive in its male maneuvering, strong footing and sturdy calves.
What attracts me in the scene is the bonding that doesn’t cease to corrupt old paradigms, even doubting the father’s domination plans: Pedro Alvarez Cabral, the inventor of Brazil.
The ending of the patriarchal conquest to lands outside of me happens in a Rousseau’s dream: a naked woman, with full breasts, laying on the couch in the middle of the forest.
At first sight, everything appears absolutely evident in the picture.
However, only after incessantly repositioning the objects of the image, I understand what it wants to reveal: my desire to re-encounter another (outra) Alvarez, capable of re-inscribing an old social contract, and repair what still remains of my territory.
In other words: reunite the traumatic, unpleasant repetitive residue – anterior to the insignificant misery of our keeping two meters apart – to intimately re-establish the future (to be).
Poem published in the anthology “Entre o Sono e o Sonho,” Volume XII, Chiado Books.
