"The world is magical.
People don't die. They get enchanted."
- Guimarães Rosa
Guimarães Rosa is one of my favorite poets. The complexity of the language he explored like no one else did in Portuguese makes sometimes an impossible task of translating him. However, every now and then, there’s a perfect piece, an amazing sentence or fragment of his work that fits any language well. The one above is one of these.
This is a post never intended to be written. I never intended to write lines for Raphael’s goodbye. He was my model. All of my posts of him revolved about how pretty he looked and how sweet he was. All of my lines to him were devoted to evoke the sense of magic and amazement he brought about in people. He did. He was that little hipster kid dressed like a cult Berliner boy working like a dog – always sensitive, always sympathetic, always impressionable, always, always… And we thought always. But always was not part of Raphael’s plans for us. There is where all the magic goes. We can’t guess everything. We cannot predict. We cannot help and save everyone with our unending love. No, pretentious little friends of mine, we cannot. We do not control life – nor death. I have an HD full of images of Raphael. But I chose this one because I think that sums up the essence of his life. He’s smiling and we’re not. His thumbs up mocks our limited ability to understand. He knew then a secret none of us knew. He pulled the trick on us.
Our enchanted little child, you did it again: you left us amazed and in love with you. As always.
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