Nothing.
I would like to start this column with another answer. Bigger. I don't know anything more extensive. It's impossible. Not that Brazil is going to stop, it's going to die, it's going to disappear in one of those corners of life. But at the turn of the leaflet, as I flipped through the calendar page, running my eyes over the dates on the notebook, I saw that the government lacks what any living being needs to grow: planning. Trees do it, fish, birds and people. Our governments, and when referring to the government, I guide the executive and the legislature, no. It seems that they sail with the tide, without any goal that translates into planning and determination.
I bought, in one of these stores for R$1.99, a fake crystal ball. The seller assured me it works. Thanks to her I am writing this column of omens. It really worked. That salesman knew what he said and what he sold. He knew his work, wanted to earn his change. For that small amount I was able to travel through political Brazil. I stared at the fake crystal ball for hours on end, with faith in the words of the salesman who was so excited; asking about Brazil, about politicians, about politics. She showed everything, meaning nothing.
Then I thought it was in my head. Thing of someone who starts the middle year with a wrinkled face. Was not. The fake crystal ball spoke the truth. How to say “that's it, boss, swallow that!”. But why? Nothing is much, nothing is a totality, nothing escapes nothing, it is an abyss within another abyss. But the Brazilian political issue is no different from that. Not even a little. If we look back, we see that a cat dropped here and one there did something. Nothing that important. And do you know why we are the best in South America? Because others are the worst! This is our logic, this children's account pursues us forging history. We run ahead of nothing. The politicians are to blame. Another trite phrase, but that the fake ball proved to be trustworthy.
What to expect from those who vote for something here, give the name of a square there, patch a hole there? What do you want from those who benefit from public money? How to believe in something that doesn't even point to the farthest horizon? What we have is a kind of political aberration, a living body that has only legs and walks aimlessly, on its own, by chance.
From everything we've seen in the last year, in the last decade, in the last millennium, everything that has slipped into political necessity has walked like this aberration. Was.
This body, this fake ball, all this weirdness all appeared from an interesting place: from that practical little machine that cuts through all of Brazil: from the ballot boxes: from our hand.
Just to end your day I ask: answer now, who did you vote for? It could be for the manager of your building, A.D. of the college, worst cooking show. I accept the answer. Hard not? So we are a sum of things, a perspective of the future, a path woven into our political indecisions.
I see that the ball starts to transform, it wasn't a fake fake ball. False was my interpretation of finding it false. She just showed reflexes. A nothing. This “nothing” has an origin. A big and huge “everything”. Another disregard for something serious, without planning and commitment. Another nothing that you learn nothing from the lessons left on the mats of year in and year out.
The ball goes to my locker, maybe one day I'll vote for it for anything. I promise I won't forget this one. Nor its clear and transparent revelations.
Per Divine Bond
Columnist Brazil School
Source: Brazil School - https://brasilescola.uol.com.br/politica/o-que-esperar-para-ano-2008-politico.htm
