When Did Chico Buarque from Holland write the lyrics to? Behind the door, he illustrated in a unique and perfect way the pain of the human being: rejection. Being “without love, without a blanket, on the carpet behind the door,” left there with a “goodbye” seems much worse than waking up like a cockroach. Kafka was perhaps more complete in synthesizing in a single book all the pains that arise from human existence, Chico has already written music for everything, one or more for each human peculiarity.
Will we all feel it, outdoors or in an ambush?(Plagiarating Oscar Wilde, another teacher in the description of pain). Artists are very inspired by rejection, maybe they’ve all lived it intensely. I think there are two types of people already torn apart by rejection: artists and individuals with low self-esteem and little self-love. And so no one escapes. yes, when you hear your hair is ugly, the day gets even uglier, let alone hear that you haven’t been accepted to be loved.
- Some say that the feeling of rejection is just the result of our imagination.
- Some say that suffering from this is the result of our lack of shame on our faces.
- Some say this is all just the anguish of being separated from the mother.
- There are endless theories and there is no way or cure to avoid the impulse to love those who do not love us.
- To suffer when it happens.
- And to attack to see if that pain disappears.
- It is like Adriana Calcanhoto beautifully described in her most popular song called Lies.
And after breaking cuts and scraping records, I have to face the pain and, in the case of artists, make music and lyrics, verses and prose of all this. I wanted to know who invented this collective outburr of wanting (and having to) ) be accepted and loved, idolized and chosen all the time. I wanted to know why Carlos Drummond de Andrade wrote this gang that ends with someone who surrendered and the tragic end of Joaquim. The Quadrilha has also become its most famous. poem, because rejection triumphs and is a living theme on sofas, beauty salons and bar bars.
I always wonder if rejection really exists as a living energy that actually presents itself as a poisoned arrow, fired on the other towards us, I still have doubts that everything is a great error of observation, the human being is neither very capable nor very reliable to observe. We seem to see almost nothing but ourselves and project our feelings. If I’m right: is being rejected just being rejected?which wouldn’t mean making things easier or serving as a dressing to treat pain.
Apart from all this blood wound, the situation is simple and quite common: is it simply a question of verifying the disinterest of one party on the other, thus generating termination of the contract called a relationship?this in case you have a day, otherwise it’s just him?Is there no interest even. I am a reductionist when calling contractual relationships, the metaphor is only to reflect that the fact that you do not like an apartment you visit to rent does not mean that it has no value. it doesn’t correspond to what it takes, maybe it’s too good to be rejected has nothing to do with being bad, and thinking like that doesn’t hurt too much. If anyone dared to reject Chico Buarque from Holland, everyone who picked up his poetry fell to the ground.
After that, he keeps going, he’s leaving? That if we were not this species prone to love, to desire, to suffer for not being accepted and insist on the cultivation of certain pains. Any rejection paralyzes us, collapses us, throws us into the ditch; and we stayed there, licking the wound.
Is the level of suffering of rejection intimately related to the degree of dependence we have on others and their perception of us Are free people rare and expensive?But it should be worth the investment, because freedom loves and being free can mean not having time. to lick wounds that heal over time. With regard to the practical rules of coexistence between our species, whose effectiveness is already proven, one of them is: the law lives alongside tolerance. It is the other’s right not to want, we, it is our duty to be tolerant, accept and continue, then let us continue to make music, poems, change clothes, eat chocolate, drink at the bar and love upside down this existence called life, of which we are hostage until proven otherwise.