Terça-feira, 2 de Maio de 2006

Emigrantes, imigrantes ou só migrantes?

That is a very old question to me witch answer I couldn't find yet!


Emigrants, immigrants or just migrants? The land and the sea, all together, they make the world and the world belongs to the humankind. Why this land is mine and that one is yours? What for passports or identity cards? I am Julio and the ones who know me I know them. All the others... I do not care! Nationality, old question since long time discussed and decided by the power of the weapons… Gallery of heroes! Glorious sons of nowhere have died for the right to have a place where to build up a house and get a home and a homeland…They have killed because they want to belong to somewhere… That has been considered fair and it was fair, but it should remain fair to everybody who comes after them too, not killing but in peace.


Today we have frontiers, artificial lines that don’t exist really materialized on the ground by God or by nature. Look the Palestinians and the Jews. Aren’t they men? Yes, they are but they can’t be together and live in peace just because they dispute a real land and an artificial country! What is the hope for a baby borne on that part of the world? To kill to survive and survive to be killed? ...


Today we make rules and we use papers produced by men allowing other men to cross the borders of nothing but selfish interests and so many times ignored purposes… Today we kill for petroleum. Time will come we will be killing for water and a couple of years latter for air to breath!... I am a Portuguese man! Why? Have I decided it? No of course not. I am a Portuguese man just because my mother wasn’t in Spain the day I was born and when I grew up I decide nothing but to keep the Portuguese nationality in respect for my parents wish. Besides that because a couple of centuries ago a son won a battle against his own mother and became “king” of a small county at the Hispanic peninsula. Could I have been Spanish? Yes. But I needed a lot of formalities, a lot of papers a lot of witnesses testifying a lot of lies, things they would never know like my secret wish and desire… As I do not know emigrants or immigrants I do not know or recognise white or black people, poor or rich people, seek or healthy people. Those are my perplexities… (sorry for my poor english once more...)


Nota - este arrasoado escrevi-o hoje no blog de uma muito querida amiga minha. Que ela me perdoe a ousadia que tive ao escrevê-lo.


Please. read it again. how it should be or look like after some corrections made by one real writer, called Daria Vieira Jaremko, living at New York...


That is a very old question to me witch answer I couldn't find yet!


Emigrants, immigrants or just migrants? The land and the sea, all together, they make the world and the world belongs to the humankind. Why IS this land mine and that one yours? WhY passports or identity cards? I am Julio and the ones who know me know WHO I AM. All the others... I do not care! Nationality, old question, long-discussed, and decided by the power of the weapons… Gallery of heroes! Glorious sons of nowhere have died for the right to have a place where to build a house and get a home and a homeland…They have killed because they want to belong to somewhere… That has been considered fair and it was fair, but it should remain fair to everybody who comes after them too, not killing, but in peace.


Today we have frontiers, artificial lines that don't exist really materialized on the ground by God or by nature. Look AT the Palestinians and the Jews. Aren't they men? Yes, they are, but they can't be together and live in peace just because they dispute a real land and an artificial country! What is the hope for a baby born in that part of the world? To kill to survive and survive to be killed? ...


Today we make rules and we use papers produced by men allowing other men to cross the borders of nothing but selfish interests CROSS purposes… Today we kill for petroleum. Time will come we will be killing for water and a couple of years latter for air to breath!... I am a Portuguese man! Why? Have I decided it? No, of course not. I am a Portuguese man just because my mother wasn't in Spain the day I was born and when I grew up I decideD nothing but to keep the Portuguese nationality OUT OF respect for my parents wish. Besides that because a couple of centuries ago a son won a battle against his own mother and became "king" of a small county at the Hispanic peninsula. Could I have been Spanish? Yes. But I needed a lot of formalities, a lot of papers a lot of witnesses testifying a lot of lies, things they would never know like my secret wish and desire… As I do not know emigrants or immigrants I do not know or recognise white or black people, poor or rich people, seek or healthy people. Those are my perplexities…

publicado por Júlio Moreno às 13:37
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De melly a 5 de Maio de 2006 às 03:41
i enjoyed your comments. you are so right! what makes me sad, is that i know there will still be prejudice long after i am gone from this earth.

as far as your english, please trust me when i say, it is far superior to many native, college educated acquaintances. i speak from personal experience.


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