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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.

12 June, 2007

Wolf Boy


Once... not long ago... in a distant land, one new born child was left in the middle of the immaculate and dim forest. The reason for that unthinking act (if it was through the eyes of the Nature) was that this child had an horrible and ugly face, as it had a strangely animal body aspect. So it was... the poor and execrable child should had met his fate, when a pack of hungry wolfs went there to take him away to the darkness.
Weeks had passed, months... and even years... and the humanity continue his life without knowledge of what had happened. Until, one summer day, when a team of biologists decided to follow the wolfs to better understand them (same useless story if you ask me). Why, the most fortune (or not) and the most coincidence, to find that in the target pack there was one element that was strangely abnormal. They soon capture that experiment. It was some kind of a bald, four legged animal, with some fur in the head, face and across the entire body. They spend some minutes to examine the mutant "thing", that same thing that was running, jumping with an inhuman agility around the cage. They finally concluded that it was a human being (can you believe that?!)!!
The news spread globally in a few hours, thanks to the power of communication. Every person willing to see the news in the TV or radio or even in the newspaper, stood shocked by the figure of that detestable creature. But, of course, as some of our human hearths (or should I say emotions) are week, so was of one millionaire old couple. That couple adopted the frightened beast and educated him to become one of us, one human being. Although, his education wasn't easy, as he showed reluctance to learn anything. However, he had no other choice, and the beast became a man (such a shame if you ask me) and the man became a legend because of his origins. Time went by, the couple had left the wolf boy a millionaire testament.
In an interview they asked him about is childhood. He then answer that he didn't remember a thing: "I was still among the nature you know, how can I possibly remember a thing..."said smiling, though that sentence had had a strange and perturbing meaning to him.
In the next few months the wolf boy (that is what the press called him) closed him self in his house, not to show up to anyone.
As months passed by, with no word of the wolf boy, the people forgot him. Suddenly, in one cold and sunny day, the press announced a worldwide interview in request of the wolf boy. This generated some excitement in the people. The day of the interview came, all the world tunned to see what the wolf boy had to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, man and women. As you know, I came form the wildness, I was a beast, yes. And during that time I was just that, no more, no less. I wasn't neither a human nor a wolf, Not even my... pack were wolfs. They were that, beings.
I admire your... culture, your way of living... but during my time among you I've seen, heard, spoke and felt many things, many concepts, so many... Illusions. I've begin to wonder, what is beauty? There's nothing beautiful as there's nothing ugly in this world. The Beautiful isn't real, it is you that put things to look beautiful. Why??? As I say Beauty, I'm referring to all the things that you speak or do.
During my time among you, I'd experienced pain, sadness, joy, happiness,... but there is one thing missing in me. Me. Since you'd taken me away from the Nature I left myself exist.
Now my objective is to take back my existence, that means I have to go back to the forest...
...
All my possessions belongs to the wolf protection now..."

Saying this, the wolf boy disappeared with the agility of is beastly form.
At night, the wolf boy was in the same spot that his parents had abandoned. He was waiting for the Nature to accept him. Then he heard a howl, it was his pack, they'd came for him. The pack surrounded him and, with a whisper for no one, he said: "Mother... I'm Home." With just a few seconds to breath , the pack jumped over him. As they pull out his flesh, the wolf boy looked to the dim horizon and saw six newborn wolfs waiting anxiously for their next meal.

(Although you may thing that the wolfs did this by evil, they where only doing that for instinct, for protection of their newborn and of course for feeding them)

5 comments:

blue said...

olá Black Nardan.
este é o texto de que gosto mais, em que o lado trágico anda lado a lado com a natureza - a humana e a outra que também a inclui, a Natureza no seu sentido lato.
e gostei porque o que nos parece trágico não o é, de facto, nesta história.
não diria o mesmo da anterior. é profundamente trágico que alguém veja tudo apenas do seu ponto de vista, como o Ernest.
é sempre bom pôr-mo-nos no lugar dos outros, debater pontos de vista, alternativas, ideias.

como tu estás a fazer aqui.
:)

blue said...

e os desenhos bons, muito bons!

Anonymous said...

Fez-me lembrar um poeta espanhol que escreveu: “Caminhante, não há caminho. Faz-se caminho a andar e ao olhares para trás verás o trilho que jamais voltarás a pisar.”
Pois é, é o problema das escolhas. A solução nunca está em recuar. É impossível banharmo-nos na mesma água duas vezes. A solução está em escolher outro caminho, construir outro caminho que não seja o que pisamos (já que não nos identificamos mais com ele) nem o que já foi pisado. Outro caminho. Outro que seja o reflexo do que aprendemos até ao momento. Wolf Boy quis pisar terreno trilhado e passado e forçosamente tinha de sair-se mal. [Sorri com o comentário com que acaba a história.]. [MO]

Laura Ferreira said...

os desenhos magníficos, sim... podias fazer-me um... se não fosse pedir muito...:-)

Anonymous said...

Hi Nardan
I read your text and I appreciated it.
Greetings from Switzerland