
So,if one says that miracles do not happen,I must contradict that one.
This is a story about feelings.
On today's cold, grey and snowy day in New York,my mind crisscrossing with ideas,worries,pain,thoughts,laughter,hope and dreams,I could not believe hat was happening.
First I get a call from someone who likes me a lot,wondering about me.
A few hours later,to my surprise I receive an e-mail from Brazil.
And in the evening a friend of mine in Argentina sending me an e-mail asking about me.
Three Latin hombres.Ha! Que caliente.
A class friend of mine,from kindergarten days finally writes to me,after I had sent him a number of messages through the years.
Only that it was not a response to my messages.
He must have heard or seen the posting from last year....
http://atireugram.blogspot.com/2007/07/fernando-coelho-dos-santos-et-tubrutus.html
It kind of goes on a parallel with Australia Apologizing to Aborigines,only that in my case,
without a comprehensive and moving apology for past wrongs and a call for bipartisan action to improve my life.And with a play on words“The Parliament is today here assembled to deal with this unfinished business of the nation, to remove a great stain from the nation’s soul, and in a true spirit of reconciliation to open a new chapter in the history of this great land, Australia,” Mr. Rudd told Parliament.
My kindergarten friend,after years of us not seeing each other,in fact about 10,as I left the school in 1966,when I last run into him,in 1975 appeared on my front, like a vision,when I was on a vacation in Guaruja,the beach resort in Sao Paulo.He was screaming at me about the publication of an article in GRAPHIS 179 about my artwork.He also warned me that there was trouble ahead for me,as a result of that??? !!! and he fizzled into the mist of the waves and sand,leaving me puzzled forever.
Many years later,about 20 or more I saw a piece of news on the internet and I figured out the connection of Fernando and his absurd and surreal 1975 outburst.
It is simply a freaky story which could serve for a comics plot,the only downside being that my professional life suffered a surreal setback crossing continents and causing me great hardship.
So today's e-mails by Fernando are quite amusing and fodder or inspiration for a Pedro Almodovar movie....
Hello Pedro,can you hear me???????????
By the way, I must confess,that Latin men,with many of their shortcomings are more emotional and earthy then the anglo-saxons.For at least,Latin men,with the exception of the bad apples that can be found in every place ,shape and form in this life,at least have a sentimental streak, and certainly preserve in a charming way their memories of desires and seduction.
Fernando tells me that he remembers how the two of us,both kids in school,were running up and down the stairs and would stop on a landing in between..... and that he had a crush on me.
It certainly brings to my mind something that Balthus would have painted.
How nice to hear over 40+ years later that I was a femme fatale.Sarava!
He also tells me how he was involved in the the coordination of the Comics expos in Sao Paulo and Piracicaba,although he has no recollection of the episode on the beach.....
So here our dialogue dated 2/12/2008.(today)
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