When Will You Get Third?

LITERARY ATTEMPTS

<Short Story>

Eric Costa e Silva.

On the chairs of the meeting room of the Araçatubense Academy of Letters (AAL) are Callum and Lauren, both first-time navigators in the world of literature, looking at each other, their attention for long minutes focused on the walls with artistic images of the plastic artist Márcia Porto.

The two note that all literary schools leap from the figures on the walls and, each one of the images, lies in our soul, all the temporal orientations, to the point of dialogue through the paths of the visual arts to give life to the interrelations of the group of member writers and poets. Of the Experimental Group (GE).

The images of Academia Araçatubense of Letters as are from the work of fine arts by Márcia Porto, making these walls a picture of excellence of creations along the paths of many of the living literatures and their prizes linked to the literary institution of the Academia the letters, of which, for years, its members make solid constructions of art in Araçatuba.

Callum, a middle-aged man, shows off his few white hairs. He, used to dealing with the harshness of his uncertainties, regarding his destiny, in the literary fields. Sip the sparkle in the eyes of the young woman in front of you and greet her to kick off a good conversation.

She, a young woman with a determined look spouting a latent verve of rebellion, introduces herself as Lauren and is soon willing to listen to Callum for the time before the Experimental Group Meeting (G.E) begins.

Lauren with a dazzling brilliance full of the desire to understand a little more the dimension of poetry, says:

• Callum, what does it mean to be a poet?

Callum, eye to eye, the old man tries to make himself present and give a good first impression, all so that Lauren does not forget the first day, where the monthly meeting on Tuesday, unites her wishes in verse and prose.

In the act of his response, Callum, prone to pull the sardine to his writings, the old-young man makes it clear, “the poet poem what is in his soul, a single word when entering his day, can be the precise incentive for navigate the feelings of poetry, the poet and poetry being an extension of oneself in permanent contact with the other ”.

Face! Callum I am a beginner poet and in this small trajectory I started to observe “poetry is in the coming and going of the light from the car headlamps along the avenues of Araçatuba, they are also in the stanzas and verses of the ties next to the inspiring traces of old people walking through the alleys of Garden Alvorada.

I go further ... The poet, herald of the days, among humble people take solemnity, its significance by the transport bus stops, urban, Araçatuba (TUA). Being then, a tribe I will find somewhere, in fact, you can find it in every corner of the instructions of the school banks or join shoulders in the groups of poets and writers, just like our Experimental Group (GE)” says Lauren.

Lauren's well-tended hair sets the tone of a new black sun in the room of the Araçatubense Academy of Letters (A.A.L) and Callum is full of the desire to get to know more and more the girl enchanting the night. You can see, the young woman's hands fall lightly on her knees covered with one, jeans that stand out, her legs are white and shapely.

So Lauren “I see the poet as part of the verb poet mar and that verb is to live the traces of a time, where memory observing poetry and poetry supports the poet. Whoever observes, lives with more senses, because she is always present and ready to lead us to ecstasy and also the restlessness of social relationships, whether in individual or collective relationships ”, says, Callum.

Their interest adds to the greater vortex, and is no longer just a literary relationship between Callum and Laurem. As Pierre Was teaches us in the body he speaks, from the gestures and looks, one starts to read the other's body, realizes the mahogany bookcase, full of decorations and friends books from the Araçatubense Academy of Letters.

Callum, even though my story is tinged with joviality, I believe, it is up to us to realize the contingency of “poets being builders of vines from this and other times.

In this exchange of experiences, the mills of metaphors emanate real and abstract realities from the poets together with their roses to fill the voids with their daily sweats.

This exhaling of the smells of the jasmines from the paper to be filled out are companions of poets and their diversities, as a rule, such variables and the varied itinerant human vicissitudes, highlights our meeting. He, too, is poetry, in which, under the cloak of writing, the other is inspiration”, says Lauren.

The writing, the sheet to be filled out, the poetry, the reader and our inspiration is perceived as part of the poet's soul, “when we bless the birds in their song, and we see the sweet word of don't tell me, in their clothes verses to be created, poets are left with the intense wings of the eternal dream of the world of words, always dynamic in the eyes of all.