There are two girls living in us. I daresay that they accompany us from birth to death, extremely competitive, compete hand in hand in our daily lives, depending on the stage of life we hear one or the other, one is called reason. The other, the emotion.
They are like water and oil, not used to mixing, everything we do, from the small gesture to the great decision, is influenced by one of them. Or even for both of us.
- Poetically.
- We usually house them in two places on the body.
- Emotion in the heart.
- The reason in the brain but.
- Voluntarily.
- Often change place.
- We feel dizzy when reason invades the heart and emotion invades the brain.
I thought about the two girls on September 7th. I turned on the television and saw the soldiers march, the training of armored vehicles, the merry Dragons of Independence in Brasilia.
I’ve always wondered why the Sete de Setembro had the military as the protagonists of the party, why don’t we see electric threesomes, bumba-meu-boi, carnival blocks, hip-hop?Anyway, we’ve never seen people at the center of the celebration.
That is why reason tells me that this type of sete of Setembro militarized and highly controlled is exhausted, never made sense and now much less, it is also a ritual that oozes verticality and authoritarianism.
But every time I turn on the television on Independence Day, I feel an emotion, I like to watch. A reminder of a distant childhood arrives. I hand in hand with my father, in the center of Rio de Janeiro, enjoying the military parade.
I remember the march of the soldiers, the smoke squad, the tanks. I remember the pracinhas, the Brazilians who fought in World War II. I remember above all my father’s steady hand holding mine, so small.
Again, I’m one of the girls. Without really knowing what charm I’m going to give in to, the reason that preaches the end of the military parade or the emotion you don’t want it to go away to?However, I know that it will always be like this in us: a fierce struggle between feeling and thought.