Diploma de Personagem do Seculo.
The importance of being earnest - Oscar Wilde
My father, at the end of his life was very angry at me, he was also disillusioned. I think he thought that I did not love him. But I did. How can once
not love a father that was such a good father and adored me so much that I had the impression, maybe this is just vanity on my part, that he placed a lot of his hopes on me. But life is hard. Through circumstances beyond his control father became depressed
and as a consequence became a very bitter person, difficult to live or work with. And I perceiving this escaped to safeguard my metal stability. He may have given me up then, but I will never give him up, it is not in my nature. I never desist and always insist.
It is both exciting and exhausting. I have taken on some major wars and many minor battles.
The first and an early battle could
be described as the engineering of the escaping for good from the persecution that my family was suffering, from the public in general and the press, of the city of Belo Horizonte. It started as a local battle and ended up as a life time war. It never
ended but I achieved an early success by going to study abroad. The difficult part was the rift that caused within my family, who could not understand my motive.
The second war was a consequence of the first. In the mid 1970’s when I decided that I would not go back and work with my father, he became so upset and consequently forever furious at me. This was the most painful.
In the 1990’s I had to fight in two fronts at the same time. The war of succession of my father’s estate had started, which was consequently a struggle
in the defence of my own life’s interests, and I had to battle also for the possession of my children, on the courts of England. Of these last two, the first was the longest but they were both equally daunting.
Now, in the aftermath of the last ones, into the 2010’s decade, I felt compelled to take on additional challenges. The long term one is the defence of my father’s name which
I will do through the writing of the trilogy, The Horizon Saga, which will take me a lot of years to do and which I embrace with enthusiasm. The other one, which I hope and wish it to be of shorter duration, is with regards to the defence of my daughter. It
is a delicate operation that I intend to win. In both I am tireless.
I find it easier to fight with the written word, though the spoken word serves as the necessary touch here and there, as I go along, and I have been known to use other weapons. So, I have had to keep my claws sharp, and my wits about me, even when traversing
periods of emotional distress, sort of speak. My mind is as sharp now as ever, by the constant practice of battle, as my poems express. I will manoeuvre and manipulate openly, with pride and no guilt, if I find it necessary for the defence of myself or my
two children. The reason why some people say that others are guilty of manipulation is because the accused had more success than accuser in their endeavours.
Returning to the 2010’s I will not allow my baby daughter to be verbally victimized because she has a gift, or a few. She is beautiful, brilliant, cultured, kind and sensitive. A true daughter of her mother’s! After all, I produced her with extreme
care. I had the time in which to do it, the determination and the dare with which to achieve it. No one can possess my mind, or better our minds. We are strong and crafty, and fight on using weapons powered by endless neurons. And when necessary, temporarily
we endure the hard times but never compromise our conscience.
I have guided my own life with a strong hand, in the directions
of my own choice. It has always been part of my personality to simply never allow myself just to be led. I am not in the habit of feeling fear though I carefully practice caution. How sweet it is to keep the mental muscles toned, alive and sharp. At times
of peace I, or we, rest surrounded by silence and calm. A refreshing state so necessary to recharge the brain!
Again have I drifted
in thought, lost within the expanses of possibility? Is this fact or fiction? Both, I believe, as life often appears to be just an endless twisting of drama and laughter. I have written this saga to set the records straight and to exorcise my demons. The demons
of the mind that haunt on provocation and when least expected. And so it is done.
What has happened? I have spoken and was not
supposed to speak!
If one speaks one may expose the heart. Dangerous practice, speaking. Partial reclusion and silence are much safer, and at times equally powerful.