Je voudrais = Vorrei
Été = Estate
Hier = Ieri
Demain = Domani
à Paris, à Londres = a Parigi, a Londra
Domani sarò a Parigi, e vorrei bere un bicchiere di vino lì.
Demain je serai à Paris, et je voudrais boire un verre de vin là-bas.
THE ARTISTS OUT OF THE MEDIA
by Artur da Távola (1936-2008 - Brazilian writer, essayist, journalist and professor), first published in O DIA, a Brazilian newspaper from Rio de Janeiro city, on July 16th of 1998.
Never deceive an artist out of the media. They're an angel that has become sad. And above all, never ever disenchant them. It is a mortal sin uttering or thinking: "Poor fellow, they're finished and still don't know it". Don't be pitiful by falseness: they perceive so. Be patient with their complaints and try to understand their art. There are two kinds of artist out of the media: the ones way above those who sporadically dominate the market and the second-class ones. The former becomes unfairly unhappy, the latter dull. But the dream of both is simple and pure: to exist, to spread sensitive existences, to have the right to show up who they are.
Victim of the merciless selective purposes of the market and its greedy specialists, guided by either fair or unfair criteria, with artistic quality or not, they quit selling records, books and drawing audiences altogether.
They go into the apartheid of Fame. The artist out of the media is a soul in limbo. They await the sentence of Fate with a hollowed and hurt look of certain dogs. Expelled from the illuminated stage, they withstand injustices and don't understand what goes on and why they remain forgotten. Wedged between the pride of not begging and the pain of discrimination, they end up being divided between those who get conformed, saddened, and those resentful which find arguments, both fair and unfair, against those who don't invite them to perform. Never ever promise to an out-of-the-media what you can’t do. More it is worth a sincere NO than a YES impossible of being fulfilled.
Never ever greet them with unpleasant looks or consolation words. Nor with handouts of sympathy. Either just offer work or speak to them frankly. They are beings of suffering solitude and gentle dependence on recognition and care. They howl nostalgias to the imaginary moons of their memories. They're a kind of outcast not currently listed in Human Rights’ handbooks.
May God give every artist out of the media patience and perseverance enough to carry on. Sometimes recognition arrives later. Even when it doesn't matter anymore.
P.S.: this article is dedicated to Gerdal dos Santos, who in his program "Onde Canta o Sabiá" [Where the Sabiá Bird Sings], Sunday mornings on Rádio Nacional [a Brazilian radio station from Rio de Janeiro], brings warmth, care and shelter to artists out of the media.
 |
| De portfolio #2 |
Luna d'argento con stelle dorate==========
gnomi e folletti e fatine incantate
una pioggia d'auguri ed un pensiero dorato
per un Buon Natale ed Anno Fortunato
Un sourire==========
(Raoul Follereau)
Un sourire ne coûte rien et produit beaucoup,
Il enrichit celui qui le reçoit sans appauvrir celui qui le donne,
Il ne dure qu'un instant, mais son souvenir est parfois éternel,
Personne n'est assez riche pour s'en passer,
Personne n'est assez pauvre pour ne pas le mériter,
Il crée le bonheur au foyer, soutient les affaires,
Il est le signe sensible de l'amitié,
Un sourire donne du repos à l'être fatigué,
Donne du courage au plus découragé
Il ne peut ni s'acheter, ni se prêter, ni se voler,
Car c'est une chose qui n'a de valeur qu'à partir du moment où il se donne.
Et si toutefois, vous rencontrez quelqu'un qui ne sait plus sourire,
soyez généreux donnez-lui le vôtre,
Car nul n'a autant besoin d'un sourire que celui qui ne peut en donner aux autres.
THE ANTI-PLAGIARISM KIT
Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
