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''A Glass of Rage''

What is wrong with you?

Did you eat already?

Later.

It seems Iike a siIent rituaI.

The most indifferent I Iooked
the most she seems to desire me.

For some moments in the bedroom,

we seemed to be Iike two strangers,

that wouId be
observed by someone.

And this someone,

was always me and her.

I caImIy started taking
off my shoes and my socks.

Letting myself barefeet,

that one day she compared
with two white IiIy flowers.

Magnificent!

Magnificent!

You are special.

l will get up.

Let me go my little ''creeper''.

No.

l will not leave you.
My "Cypressus Erectus".

Even though she was not
an examiner in botany subjects.

Even Iess in the
geometry of conifers.

And the few she wouId
dare to know about pIants,

she wouId onIy
have Iearned from me.

And nobody eIse.

Wash my head.

l have an urge to this.

And her hands penetrated my hair.

Rubbing her fingers with energy.

Scratching my skin with her naiIs.

Scraping the scruff in a way,

that made me crazy down my spine.

Ms. Mariana, the breakfast.

Good morning.

The breakfast!

To heII with your
confusion Ms. Mariana.

To heII with your
Iack of understanding.

Yes.

The same "wide open"bed.

But, to heII for
what you think.

What is wrong with you?

The warmth yesterday
wasjust the beginning.

What is going on?

But, what is going on?!

Damn ants, sons of a bitch!

Sons of a bitch!

Sons of a...!

Sons of a bitch!

Fuck you, your ants!

So organized!

ln this fucking exemplar activity!

And with this damn organization!

Sons of a bitch!

Sons of a bitch!

And her, with her IittIe ass
recIined at the car's mudguard.

With an emancipated
IittIe-femaIe insoIence.

DemocraticaIIy gossiping Iike the pIebs.

That was one of her
favorite ornamentations.

PreciseIy her, that never shows
her charms at the Iaundry room.

Been attended by me in the
bed or by the maid in the terrace.

Letting the breakfast on my duty.

When Ms. Mariana is not here.

lt's not for that much, young
man that uses good sense.

lt was easy to see.

Between wide open covers.

The reprehension that she
use to bring for not act in bed,

with the same passion,

that l engage exterminating the ants.

Without counting that her,

with an eye on the thermometer's blood,

started to calibrate the
quicksilver's rational being.

Without suspecting

that my good sense at that time

was working tirelessly.

Suspecting even less

that good sense is never
cold and without passion.

And l could, daring,

let my judgment loose.

Squeezing until the end
the seeds of her sarcasm.

But l didn't say anything.

l didn't say this bit.

l've locked my word.

She didn't have too much.

Only!

The enough.

Ok, lt is now.

Where is Mr. Ant�nio?

Where is Mr. Ant�nio?

He's...

It was an answer.

It was onIy one answer I needed.

"Tonho" went down there,
but he's coming back soon.

He was at the ants'nest
and he's coming right away.

He's...

l already said that the working
time here is from 6:00 until 4:00.

After that l don't want to see you
in the house or him in front of my face.

But, until then l don't admit it!

Are you listening to me!

And you should tell
this to your husband.

Do you understand me?

How can you transform yourself?
ln a moment you turn into a fascist.

You leave me perplexed!

But she didn't get into
the car, l knew her too well.

She wasn't the kind
of person that talks and goes away.

On the contrary.

She's the kind of
person that provokes you,

on the voracious
expectation to take a good slap.

Anyway, l was reached.

Or then, actor,

l would only fake
the pain that l really felt.

But l decided to
accept her challenge.

Pretend that l
would fall on her trap.

Sucking up all that l could.

Just like who sucks the breast nipple.

lt's not you that's going to teach
me how should l treat an employee.

Nobody that is stepped on is
wrong to protest against who steps on.

But you need to look
to your own claws first!

The body before the clothes!

Perplexed!

l'm not that naive
to demand you coherence.

l don't even brag about this.

Fools and tricksters are the ones
who claim to serve to one true God!

After all, delivered
beasts from a same tainted womb!

We all carry filthy contradictions!

lt doesn't even
pass through my mind

to torture your conflicts, scamp!

l'm not even going to confound
such small things with my manhood!

l have other reasons to be in rage!

l'm far away to be interested in foolish
things from such a small character.

And even to fall onto your tricks,
made by your usualjudgment skills.

Not that l fear your dangerous words.

l also known as sharp as you,

to well-aimed, bite
with the ''teeth'' of ideas!

These are the pieces
that set our usual intrigues.

And as fast as l could
l went by a tangent.

l went to her confined ground.

l went to an area where
she would brag about herself...

as a free little-female.

lt's there, where l would get her.

Only there l would
open a hole in her.

But, this was not what l wanted.

l was inside myself.

And what a mayhem.

l was around with the bellyaches.

With the terrible contortions
of a violent congestion.

With things fermented
into my ''stomach's pan''.

With all the things
that existed outside,

and that, my ants, little
by little carried away.

And they were great loaders.

The sons of a bitch!

To this they were excellent!

And the damn insects!

They have entered by every
imaginable place they could.

By my eyes, my nose, my ears!

By my ear holes specially.

And somebody needed to pay.

Somebody always got
to pay, liking it or not.

This is one of life's mystery.

This is the rage's natural support.

Hey, you there!

Hey, you there, you there,
your little shitjournalist!

Why do you insist in teaching
me, your little shitjournalist?

Why do you insist in teaching me...

...if the few that you have
learned of life was from me, from me!

Oh, honorable master!

Come here!

Does it never passed through
your intellectual shit-head?

...does it never
passed through your head?

That all that you say...

...all that you regurgitate...

...is all things that you
heard from someone else.

That, nothing that you
would say, you would do.

That youjust use
to fuck like a maiden.

That, without a push,
you are nothing but shit!

Go on, go on! Keep pushing!

Go on, go on! Tell me you're
not the hermit that l imagine.

But, that you're full of
demons all around yourself.

Go on! Say it!

Would you say it again?

Demoniacal...

Listen here, your scamp!

Listen here!

Don't you talk about
things you don't understand.

Go speak to your press!

Go there, to
teach your lessons,

to preach what is
fair and what is unfair.

Come on, spill your drop
on the torrent of words.

Come on, waste the
paper of your newspaper.

But don't you
''cross my borders''!

Oh my God!
You have such a modesty!

Such a proclaimed security.

All this big suspicion
concerns with your ''borders''.

By the way, it's amazing how
you keep reflecting yourself...

...in what you say.

Go on, keep the words going.

Keep going, with your portrait.

But come back here
later to see your face.

How awful.

Go on, raise a wall,
build a fortress...

...protect what is yours
in the thickness of a wall.

Don't you take easy conclusions.

That's the plebs conclusion.

You know what you
make me think, scamp?

You make me think of a man that
dresses like a woman in the Carnival.

The guy...uses big
rubber shells as breasts,

draws two red rings on his face.

Still, he increases, with
cushions, his butt cheeks.

And walks around, shaking
his hips that envy even the...

...most versatile of women.

With such a strong aspect, the guy,
even betrayed by the hair on his legs...

...and the hair on his chest,
can be more woman than a real one.

And then?

And then...that it makes me think that
dogmatism, caricature and debauch,

are things that a lot
of times walk together.

And that, the privileged, like
you, pretending to be the plebs,

seem to me like a
carnival's transvestite!

Every citizen has the clear right
to draw two red rings on his face.

To round the tip of their
noses in one red ball and

to hang around his arm a big and
bent piece of wood as a walking stick,

and walk around making
jokes in a public place!

l should salute the scamp.

l didn't have her talent.

My cynicism wouldn't get that far.

Faking indifference?

Like this, so close to the fire.

Give laughters in
the edge of the sacrifice?!

For a moment a quick
blank swept my head.

Suddenly l felt my legs amputated.

l fell into a total immobility.

Be tranquil, scamp.

People like you have a function.

Be tranquil, smarty.

People like you
have a function too.

Crossing your arms
you would be conniving.

But now l see that this isn't much.

Like us, you will bejudged.

l didn't ask your opinion.

Tojudge what l say, what
l do, l have my own tribunals.

l don't commit this to others.

l don't recognize in nobody...

...nobody, a moral
quality to measure my acts!

l was only thirteen
when l lost my father.

l never covered myself in grief
or suffer any felling of abandon.

l wouldn't be looking,
now, for a new fatherhood!

lt would be needed to recover my
history, not to be an orphan anymore.

l have to salute
you for your bravery.

Only you, can be at the
same time, orphan and grizzled.

l said and l repeat that l would
need to recover my history....

..not to be an orphan anymore.

l know that's impossible, but
this will be the prime condition.

Grizzled!

There was a time, were l saw,

acquaintance as possible.

There was a time,
were l consent a contract.

There was a time in which l
recognized such scandalous existence...

...of imaginable values.
Spinal column of all orders.

But l didn't have
even the necessary blow.

And denied the breath.
Was imposed to me the choke.

That's the conscience that frees me.

That's ''her'' that pushes me.

Now, my concerns have changed.
My universe of problems have changed.

Hey, wait a minute!

Mr. Ant�nio!

Provide the entire
nestlings vaccination.

ln a heedless world.

Definitely out of focus.

Soon or later everything is
reduced to one point of view.

And you, that is so
helpful to the human sciences,

don't even suspect that
you are helpful to ajoke.

lt's impossible to
order the world of values.

Nobody can settle
the devil's house!

Demoniacal...

l refuse to think in
something l don't believe.

ln love, in family,
the church, humanity.

l don't give a damn to this!

lt scares me, still, the existence.

But, l'm not scared of being alone.

l consciously chose the exile.

Being enough to me, today,

the cynicism of
the big unconcerned.

He's already, in
his metaphysics again.

The speculative.

Oh, get a life,
this is all past.

There's no way,
your bureaucrat.

But, l can not
resist to this register.

lt's important.

lt was hard to learn
how to transform in grace...

...the stigma that l carry.

l feel now my hands
powerfully free to act.

This is the illumination that
can be revealed to the excluded.

l had an insight!

l think l finished the puzzle.

l found out, finally what is the
true occupation of our odd-jobber.

Besides, only now l lose my
senses with your transactions.

All the clues to your
character take me to conclude...

...that you're nothing
but a trickster...a scoundrel...

...a falsifier.

But not like any falsifier.
Sure, that a graduated...falsifier.

Today, l fell free.

And rather preferring
the bundle of an engagement...

...than the bundle of freedom.

l didn't have a choice...l was chosen.

l can't be careless, that he
soon takes off with the words.

l don't respond
for absolutely nothing.

l no longer own my steps.

l wander by a
large narrow road.

Everything that l do

is to put an eye at the
police officer at the corner.

and the other in
to clandestine orgies.

Oh, come on, stop with this
solemn crap, get down to your place.

Understand, your stratospheric.

That this ascent is way to easy.

What really counts in life
is the quality of the diving.

Don't come around
with destiny, ensign,

karma, scars,
stigma, a branding iron.

All this paraphernalia
that you baptize as history.

lf our metaphysician...

...come down to earth,

would see, that in the world's
madness only exists rational solutions.

lt doesn't matter, if
there are limited solutions.

What matter is that,
it'll be in its time, the best.

What really counts
is to look forward.

You can also, push the
history with friendly killer hands.

Besides, your highly
levels of aspiration,

your fool perfectionist pride,

had to end up in this, isn't it?

ln the authoritarian talk
of a worthless iconoclast.

The old monkey at
the dishware house.

Speaking, above all
things, in this tragic tone.

Back off, carcass!

And she, taxed my
performance as cathartic.

Word with a terrific...

...demolisher power.

And that by the
imprudent use or by the abuse

transformed the
own scamp's brain,

into a nuclear mushroom!

But then again
l came back up.

Equating a tropical algebra,

burning, like in its source.

Blood and sand.

l've already said that, the
border was once my torment.

Now the border is my grace!

Repulsing when
l wanted to take part.

To hell with the world!

Fall cities,
suffer people,

cease life and freedom.

When the ivory
king is in danger,

what matters the
flesh, the bones of sisters...

...of mothers, of children!

Nothing weights in the soul

that far away
children are dying!

lt's serious, he
completely lost his mind!

That everything comes down!

l will be turned back!

Delinquent!

lt's easy to
predict your future!

Besides a cheap
littlejournalist,

you brightly
fill the requirements,

as a member of
the policewoman.

Besides, in
the abuse of power,

l don't see any difference,

between an editor in
chief and a police officer.

Like the rest,
it's no difference,

between ajournal owner
and the government owner.

But it's not with
me solemn delinquent.

But to the people that
some day you shall pay!

Think scamp, think!

Just once, in this evidence.

Even it's odd
to your folklore.

Even that the
discipline into your ears,

is not so useful
to so much dissonance!

The people...

Will never make to the power!

lt wouldn't be to them
that l should pay it some day.

Nutty, now you
really lost your mind!

Offended and humiliated.

The people is,
and will always be,

the mass of the ruled!

They also say foolish things

that you praise!

Without seeing that
the people talk and think.

Following the approval
of who dominates them.

But don't you worry, scamp.

You will get there.

Mounted, sure,
in a usurped riot.

A second-hand riot.

As for this delinquent.

l only say...

that nobody directs...

the one that God corrupts.

Who knows what can
still come from this trance.

l don't accept even
the pigpen that is there.

Neither another order that is seated.

Look here scamp.

l have balls.

l don't recognize any power.

''Hosana'', here comes the ''tough guy''.

Narcissus, always
distant and fragile...

...sprout of anarchism.

Understand scamp,
every order privileges.

Understand delinquent,
the disorder also privileges.

To start, with brutal force.

Brutal force, without surrounding,

without legitimate laws.

l'm talking about thejungle laws.

But, that doesn't give
it's place to hypocrisy.

So dress a breechcloth.

Or don't dress
anything, your Gorilla.

l excuse an exhortation!

Stay there, in the
circle of your light!

And leave me here
in my intense darkness.

lt's not from today
that l wallow in darkness.

Gorilla!

Differently from the good
samaritans l don't love the next.

l don't even know what is this.

l don't like people!

l assume the entire evil.

l assume.

There's so much evil in wickedness,

as it is in holiness.

And then scamp,

if l can't be loved.

l will be fully
pleased in being hated.

With no access to reason...

He now, ridiculously
resurrects as Lucifer.

Sound and fury.

You're nothing but a
sub-product of obscure passions.

And all this confusion,
obsessively untwisted,

isjust needed to
confirm old suspects.

Here in my head.

Moral aberration
it's always a breed...

...of not confessed aberrations.

lt can only be there,

the explanation to
your caprices. lsn't?

Besides the fear that l
provoke you as an acting woman.

And, to this arrogant
contemplative exile of yours.

lt's all clear now.

Expelled away by the
collective conscience,

that never tolerates the weak.

lt could only be this your destiny.

To live in a hiding place
with someone of your own kind.

Lucifer and his
dog ''Hydrophobus''.

Oh, look! One,
shutting holes at the fence.

The other in guard.

Both caring for
a confined privacy.

To then after, between
scratches and little lickings,

make a good use with the
snoot of your clandestine orgies.

lt makes me sick!

lf me, corrupted,

me, the enemy of the plebs,

me, the irrational,

me, the delirium...the madness.

Me, the passionate.

Burn me, tongue of fire!

Yes, yes, me
the convulsive fuse.

Me, the disorder's spark.

Me, the perpetual heat.

Me, the flames that ruses!

Transform me bonfire
in thy burning coal.

Me, the acquainted
manipulator of the trident!

Me, who cooks in a
enormous sulphur boiler!

Me, licking my lips,

with the tender
flesh of the children!

Fire, violent and so sweet!

Yes, yes, me...

...me the cyst,
the fester, the sore,

the ulcer, the tumor, the wound.

Me, all this without irony,

and many more...

But that doesn't make
the hungry of the people.

The disguise of its own appetite.

You know that l don't
give a shit to your talk,

and it'sjust for
a principle o hygiene,

that l don't wipe
my ass on your humanism.

l've already said that l have

other life and another
importance, your dwarfish.

And definitely it is
not for your little head.

l felt as if l
shocked a pair of her bones.

The hit was
right in the middle.

But, the scamp's
agility was amazing.

Seeing that words didn't
fit anymore in the battle,

the dwarfish even irritated,

more than quickly
caught on my ''rocket's tail''.

Starting to incite me to the catch.

Hey little man,
magnificent in all.

Big fascist!

l confess, sometimes
l turn into a fascist!

l do and l know that l did.

But you do too...

...and without
knowing that you did.

Because today there's
nothing more fashionable...

...than be a fascist
in the name of reason.

So, l should conclude,

that our confessed fascist,

is the best if compared to me.

No, not at all!

lf by one side it regains itself.

The confession also discharge.

More than never...
l can act like a fascist!

What is this?

ls this a threat? ls it?

Your delinquent!

Types like you
slobber for one boot!

Types like you
slobber for one claw!

What is the matter?

Do you think l'm
into hitting you, stupid.

Faggot.

Bitch!

Bitch!

l knew her well,

lt didn't matter the
quality of the beating.

She would never have plenty.
Only the enough!

lt was clear
in that moment,

that l had the pendulum...

... and the secure control
of its movement.

And right here,
l thought with myself:

- ''Wait there, that you will pay.''

- ''Wait there, and
still, you will pay.''

ln an instant l
was the bed's crook.

Yes...

You are the dirty one...

...that l love.

Dirty!

Dirty!

You've never,
imagined before,

that in your body was,

such a right
place for this finger.

While l penetrated
you and you moaned.

Dirty!

Go on, put all
your demons over me!

lt's only with them
that l reach pleasure.

Do you remember?

Of the foot that
l gave you one day?

What did you do with the
foot that l gave you one day?

Love!

Love!

Did you see how many
things did you learned with me?

Yes love...yes.

Why do you insist
so much in teaching me?

Forget it, love.

Forget it.

Be careful on thy judgments.

Put in them a little bit
of this ardent substance.

Sure, love...sure!

lt was clear in that moment,

that l definitively
had my claws on her,

and that l could subvert,
beneath my forge,

the supposed severity of its logic.

Who is the absolutely
''tough guy'' of your mud?

You love...you!

Only uses the reason...

...who on it,
incorporate its passions.

Oh, my dirty love!

My dirty love!

My dirty love!

Take it!

Take the other.

Pull off the toe!

And stick it between the legs!

lt's ''he'', who
messed with your clit!

Come on, son of a whore!

Cut the toe,
while it's time!

lt's the only
thing l'll leave you.

Never, anything
else from my body.

Anything! Anything!

You're not human!

You're not human!

Get out of my life!

- Get out of my life!
- You're not human!

- You're a monster!
- Get out!

Go, damned!

- Go on! fuck you, scamp!
- l am afraid of you!

- Afraid!
- Fuck you!

Disguised little fascist!

Daughter of the big pig!

Degenerated scum!

- Get away from me!
- Go away!

Go, damned!

Leave me alone!

Limp!

Go away, go!

Damned, go!

Go!

Son of a bitch, everybody!

Fuck you all!

Fuck you all!

Fuck you all!

And, with this, I was
putting to the outside...

...the Iungs, the
prey, and the stomach.

WhiIe seeing,
surprised and shaken,

my insides out.

I stayed there for a whiIe.

StiII.

Looking to the ground
Iike a hanged man.

The body tangIed,
in the webs of fraud.

Torn apart in the boweIs,
by the action of the acid.

An actor in raw flesh.

In absoIute soIitude.

Surrounded by a
noise of bIood and voices.

Surrounded aIso, by
the most remote graveIs.

It was in chiIdhood.

I didn't have a doubt

that was Iocated
the worId of ideas...

...finished, perfect, incontestabIe.

And that, now
in my confusion,

it wouIdn't catch a
gIimpse through memory.

Even if it comes written
in the reverse of aII of them.

That guilt makes a better man.

The guilt is one of
the engines of the worId.

At the same time
that you truIy beIieve,

that the words impregnated of vaIues,

each one wouId
bring in its pocket,

a originaI sin.

Like, behind
each gesture, always...

...wouId hide...a passion.

The love is the
only reason of life.

The love is the
only reason of life.

You sir can not forget to go...

...by the rabbit warrens
before you go to S�o Paulo.

l'm perplexed with
Quiteria's nest.

The ''girl'' had
thirteen in the first breed.

Thirteen!

Who would say so?

And the father, that
rascal, the rabbit Pitoco.

So old and stills procreating.

Perplexed!

Perplexed!

When I got in to his house,

I found strange, that
the gate was stiII open.

'Cause the frontier
afternoon, was aIready coming.

And when l got
out of the car,

there at the
bottom of the stair,

a note, in where
it was written:

- ''l'm in the bedroom''.

A message right in his style.

Brief,

wasted away by the calculus.

Written, still,
with an intention,

in a forged school handwriting.

The bedroom door
was found wide-open.

Which could seem more as a sign.

Redundant.

Almost ostensive

that he was,

expecting me.

Though, the expedient would
be used before to remind me,

that l, even late,
would always come.

lncapable of refusing him
...the rewards of the visit.

And I in fact

cIimbed the
pIatform in the top.

Detaining myself
there for a moment.

But, soon entering the room.

My ceII.

According to a rough
commentary that he made one day.

Mixing in this stoicism,

monastic and dissoIute things.

VacantIy Iooking
to a tranquiI candIe Iight.

Laid on his flank.

He was sIeeping.

It wasn't the first time,
that he pretended this chiId's dream.

Neither was the first time that
I wouId give myself in to his whims.

But I was suddenIy seized

by a viruIent vertigo of tenderness.

So sudden and unsuspected

that bareIy contained the
impuIse to entireIy open myself...

...and premature...

to take back that enormous fetus.

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