Texts in English

Welcome to unknown

        Someone knocks on the door. I wonder who should be and comes to disturb me. Takes me out from my unknown comfort that I like to live. Me, who is here watching the safe world without surprise, living the adventures of others. People living adventures in my place. They are knowing distant lands, and talking to unknown people. They are there, checking all information that newspaper publishes in their own languages exchanging the true things for lies in accord with their interests.
       I see this unknown and don’t seek to understand it because it’s comfortable to me. It comes to me like unknown things and because it is completely unknown is a way to know it. I idealize it inside of my thoughts. It comes from the television and newspapers and it is only fiction, I know.
        Someone knocks on the door again and my patience is over. But, who is there at that time and tries to disturb my silence? I get up from my desk and I go toward the door to refuse its visit, however it has something to say.
        In front of me, someone introduces himself and tell me: I am the unknown. Finally, you ignored me and now I came to meet you.
        I’m surprised when I see someone without a face, being him or her. No smile and its voice seems to come from an unknown place to talk to me.
        What do you want? Someone who calls itself unknown. And comes to my home, knocks on the door, and tells me that wants to meet me.
        I know you and you don’t know me? What strange paradox is that when you say that know me and you don’t have the extreme curiosity to meet me.
        What do you want, you decide to meet me at that time and take me out from my comfortable life to talk to you?
       I would like to bring you to the unknown. You will put your feet on a strange colourful land. You will see clouds running in a place that you never seen before. You will put your hands on waters that exist and you despised. You will see smiles and different languages. Even if you don’t understand them it will seem like a strange conversation using mimes and gestures. You will feel another smell, will enjoy food, your eyes will watch horizons where the sundown, the same sound that exists in other places. You will see life on another side of the bridge. On the other side of the mountain. I’m the curiosity and I come to cure you.
        Would I say you welcome? I shouldn’t say why. And after our encounter there won’t be more unknown to find.
       After all, I need to be the courage to face the unknown stretched ahead. And be ready and fill your soul with will. Finally, be brave and be the company to an end trip. And know that will be an unknown to find adventures like pages of a book, memories. Living the unknown is making history.
        And I came here to bring you to discover things using your eyes, to reflect using your own words. Take off the bubble where you are living like a coward.
        You have to see the world through your eyes and not using the words from others. And trying to understand the world through your thoughts like the world is.

Photo from: Foto de Noah Grossenbacher en Unsplash 

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Nilson Lattari

Nilson Lattari é carioca, escritor, graduado em Literatura pela Universidade do Estado do Rio de Janeiro, e com especialização em Estudos Literários pela Universidade Federal de Juiz de Fora. Gosta de escrever, principalmente, crônicas e artigos sobre comportamentos humanos, políticos ou sociais. É detentor de vários prêmios em Literatura

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