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estou devolta a este meu canto de "pequenos felizes fins". Desta vez e de agora em diante, até a vontade mudar, irei publicar "pequenos" apontamento da minha grande história que tenho vindo a desenvolver.
inicialmente estes apontamentos podem não fazer nexo algum devido a serem ja algo avançados na narrativa.
não me vou dar ao trabalho de esclarecer tudo em cada apontamento que publicar devido a estes estarem esclarecidos na minha história final, ou então estarem em posteriores publicações ou ainda por não querer/haver uma explicação.
espero enfim que gostem.

31 May, 2007

Ernest


Once upon a time... in one sad and rainy day, madam Evergloth gave birth to a child, it was called Ernest Evergloth. But this child was an unusual child, it was as sweet as honey and as sad as a widower who lost her most beloved person. He grew up to become a handsome and thiner boy with round glasses. He graduated his self into a very sanctioned university always kipping his feelings to him, because he was a very shy and reserved boy, also. Time went by... with no change in the life of Ernest (it's obvious) since he had no real friends, no girlfriend, not a person to talk to about hearth-to-hearth talks. He didn't need them, he had him self to talk to, he had his own world.
Until... one day, when he was going to his dormitory, for some reason, he stood with his glowing glasses staring at a beautiful girl. He saw how the wonderful colorless eyes shown, as the long gold and lustrous hair danced with the playful wind. Almost momentarily the skinny Ernest felt a pain, a really deep pain. It was coming from the chest. He then started to panic since hi never felted the pain within. But still, he couldn't stop staring the beautiful creature, that blond goddess. He stood there, never to say anything, never to move and never to be noticed.
The blind Ernest stayed that way until it was dark, even after the blond goddess went away.
He was shocked, he was in heaven, he was in hell, he was blind, he was flying,... well... he was in love.
The following day, Ernest, pursue his beloved, not like he cared or he wanted but he needed.
He soon find out that she had a boyfriend... Disaster! Painful falling into the depths...
the pain he had felted the day before was noting compared with the pain he was feeling at the moment. He sustain his breath until he almost fell apart. During that time, he was more sad than his nature, he was so miserable that no one notice his presence. He was so absorbed in his sweet blond goddess that he forget his own existence. One day, by coincidence or merely the merciless fate, his goddess (miraculously) notice him, behind a tree staring at her. She soon went to talk to him. Poor shy Ernest, he wasn't able to say a word since he was so hypnotized by her beauty, although she was sweet as him and understand his feelings so they'd became friends.
Ernest jumped instantaneously from the depths but not to high because he knew she still had a boyfriend.
Time went by, Ernest and his new and only friend strength their relation ship... as friends... only. But something had stood in his way to say or to show his feelings for her. No, it wasn't the boyfriend, it was is shyness. Yes, he was to shy to even show a little feeling. That didn't changed and it wasn't going to change either.

One day, as Ernest was going back into the dormitory, he saw, in the other side of the road, his friend, his blond goddess... crying. Why? How? she was always so happy...
He then understand that the boyfriend was no longer a boyfriend. They'd broken up. That was his chance... wasted it seems, since his shyness. But then the unthinking had happened. She saw Ernest and (maybe it was to cause jealousy on is boyfriend or maybe not) she called for him with opened arms.
This was the moment, this was the climax for the skinny Ernest. It was an explosion inside, an explosion of love, happiness. He dropped his books (who needed them) and went running to her arms full of joy.
Suddenly a truck treaded him under.
So it was the life of Ernest, at least it died happy.

3 comments:

Laura Ferreira said...

e eu gosto do desenho e vou andar atentar a mais este cantinho...
muitos beijos desta tua admiradora.

ana g said...

Dedicated to my new friend "ernest"

I believe in writing
I believe in history
I believe in time
I believe in destiny

I believe in silence
I believe in
I believe
I

Anonymous said...

Pobre Ernest, tímido, que deixou à sua deusa a missão de escolher e optar por ele! Não acredito que tenha morrido feliz. Morreu antes de saber o que era a felicidade. Provavelmente nem seria ali que a encontraria… Morremos sempre um bocadinho e podemos morrer definitivamente quando deixamos que outros escolham por nós, vivam a nossa vida e a roubem. Ernest, confuso e só, perdido dele próprio, a mendigar atenção e carinho em vez de arregaçar as mangas para pôr a sua alma a arder. [Achei brilhante a frase: “The following day, pursue his beloved, not like he cared or he wanted but he needed”.] [MO]