Carlos Alberto M.G. Mota.
(English translation by Alison Barbara Burrows)
“Dream” occurs sometime in the near future. It may be considered
science fiction writing. It is possible that some informed people will
consider what is said here to be outdated. Behavior can be
controlled, and this is mentioned in this text. Maybe the methods
here described won’t be used. We will see?
“Hu said nothing, yet again. He was almost a professional mute,
because he wasn’t mute, he just assumed a lack of voice, just as he
had assumed a lack of own ideas. Gustavo and BoozeBottle also
belonged to an immense legion of people who only had a voice
amongst their peers, they were “mutes” to everyone else. Gustavo
thought about the silliness of this situation. How many “mutes”
were there in this world?”
To all my readers, my Thanks.
(This book was published in Portuguese as: Mota C, Sonho, Junho
de 2006. Papiro Editora, Porto, Portugal. ISBN: 9728916736.)
Gustavo looked at the walls as he always did, or rather, as he used
to do. He looked at them and wondered whether they had been
built from the top to the bottom or from the bottom to the top and
then thought about how silly his ideas were. In fact, none of it
mattered. It would actually be interesting if the walls were built
from the top to the bottom, though it didn’t seem likely. Nor did
that “Freedom” exist, Gustavo thought! What Freedom existed?
As a young boy he had moved to that neighbourhood, that area,
that place, that home.
I remember Banana, WindyBag, BoozeBottle, grunted Gustavo
in the general direction of his friend Emílio. Remember them? No,
and I don’t care to. What is the point of remembering what doesn’t
exist anymore? You’re right, Emílio, it doesn’t exist anymore. But
it does exist, deep down it exists because it is what made what
exists now exist, it exists because i