I saw your text about Saramago yy88 and wanted to put what I thought here, in the comments ... * *

This hidden lamp in our transparent and radiant mask Made From joy, pain or despair And other feelings emanating from the heart of a demon or an angel ... This ideal and true,
Composed of soul and body and that we are the tragic frame, missing at random, is it, is it, our appearance, star Made, shadows, winds and endless ages coming, finally, Outside, on the land, sunlight. yy88
I saw your text about Saramago yy88 and wanted to put what I thought here, in the comments ... * * * An insight into the Blindness "Within yy88 us is something that has no name, this thing is what we are." Recently a couple of friends presented me with one of the most spectacular works of the twentieth century: Blindness, the winner of the Nobel Literature, José Saramago. Already had read twice. When I won, I read it again, in one breath. yy88 While it is not new, I decided to write my impressions and feelings about this book. Some people complain of the complex narrative structure of Saramago. In fact, it is not simple, starting with the lack of a clear score in the text. Regardless, the three times I read it, I was devoured yy88 by sweeping yy88 story. And each time I was caught by the anguish of those characters who found themselves yy88 blind, immersed in a White Darkness; I was snatched by affliction of women, poor thing, not blinded; caught by furtive eyes of a narrator who saw - and saw - the chaos in which one generic country submerged. And what is this test? Why "test"? "Essay," according to Aurelius, is a literary work in prose, which lies to analyze or interpret a particular subject. Says, before that, that test is a test, an experience of the performance of something. Saramago makes that assessment in prose on human performance in its most primitive character. As shown in the quote that opens this text, the story is about the man in essence, in your state "human-gross", which springs from completely yy88 animalistic rationality before a world where, for the absurdity of the unusual, the concepts and social relations fall by land. The world and man as we know the edges of the new millennium is tested; tried and convicted in need and - thanks - to give understanding yy88 and the most primitive affection (if that is possible when we face the madness yy88 and despair). Once, in an interview to a TV show Culture, singer-songwriter Renato Teixeira, author of songs like Touching ahead and Pilgrimage, said he wrote inspired by great authors of literature, as Manuel Bandeira, Fernando Pessoa and Saramago that, according to him, wrote the simplicity of life. Saramago does not shirk this everyday simplicity to develop his novel. In traffic of any city, a man does not accelerate the car when the light turns green light. Other drivers honk, yell at him out of the way, but hear from inside the car the desperate cry "I am blind." Was first. The First Blind. After him, as a contamination unchecked, one by one all people will blinding and the country goes into complete chaos. Before the bottom, the state uses its repressive logic and creates several local quarantine. But the white blindness takes all. Inmates yy88 in a mental hospital, then inactive before the "white plague", the characters, which has no name, because they can be any person, find themselves reduced to disrepair to the point that the body is a bargaining chip for food. And in this world of crazy that blind see white, the bad side of the rough stone "human" shown selfish, killer, petty. Such as blindness, madness takes all. Less a woman. The Doctor's Wife. She, not blind or mad, is the representation of the "responsibility of having eyes when everyone else lost." A symbology of the author's political views, present in all the books and that too, sometimes more overt, sometimes yy88 more subtle, as in the sentence. Opening the book there is a maxim: "If you can look, see. If you can see, repairs ". Saramago uses the phrase to write between the lines that we have to see in ourselves and in others what matters, what makes us as we are - and we can not nominate. When we look at our core, we understand yy88 that "only in a blind world will see things as they truly are," and more animalistic enough, we realize that we are not "pigs", as he screams a character at a time of the book, we are just, after all, blind men and women who see - and even that know each other. yy88 * * * April 22, 2008 16:55
Great commentary, Vinicius! And in a more than opportune moment! Time we all live in total blindness to the problems of society. Congratulations on your sensibility and by your perception literár