The other day I watched a movie on DVD that I had never heard of - perhaps because they did not even go to theaters. It's called Married Life, a drama lean, with only 90 minutes long and classic way. I really liked. A married man for many years falls for a beautiful girl and she wants to live, but not how to end their marriage without this humble his venerable wife, then decides it's best to kill her so she would not suffer: it is not asolution loving? It has the brilliance of a Woody Allen, but the script has a certain kinship with Crimes and Misdemeanors. If it were possible to summarize the movie in one sentence, it would be: "Nobody knows what's going on at the head of the person sleeping next to us."Do we know, really, what happens around us? We think we know.
We think we know what are the ambitions of our children, what they plan for their lives, forgetting that human complexity is also an attribute of those born of our womb, and that a more intimate and open they are with us, we will never have an exact notion their most secret desires.
We think we know what the love of our life that we feel, based on their statements affectionate, his tender glances, his endless kindness and its permanence, but this says it all right? We are not always aware of the deepest need of the living under our roof, and not because he is withholding some of his feelings, but because he can not explain to yourself what hurts you and what is still lacking.We think we know what are the best choices for our lives, and it is true that we even have some intuition, but certainly no. We think we know how it will age, as will be aware that you are living the last few years that remain, as will be losing the rigidity of the body and health, we think we know how to endure it, but that will take fright when they reach hours.
We think we know what they think people who talk to us and make us confidence, we accept every word and we are honored by the information received, without taking into account that much of what is being said can be lip service, a scenario you want to just mask the truth, that truth which survives only in the silence of each.We think we know decode signals, realizing moods, divine thoughts, and sometimes we hit, but we have made so much. We think we know what people think of us. We think we know love, know that we live and think we know who we really are until they're caught by surprise by our own reactions.
Find it as far as we can go in this universe filled with secrets, whispers, misunderstandings, trauma, shadows, emergencies, homesickness, emotional disorders, hidden feelings, all these abstractions that can not touch, grab or understand exactly. But it comforts us think we know.
Martha Medeiros
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