the super heroes.

it's like a bang. a shoot right in the middle of the chest of our super hero. a loud bang. and our super hero is not the type with super powers. he didn't come from another planet. he didn't suffer with any kind of radiation. and bang! a loud bang in his chest. this super hero only have a super heavy fag bag to protect him. it's like if he take his house into that fag bag.

a shoot. a bang. a fag. a bag.

and this super hero. me.

there's no villain in this comics. only good characters.

both super heroes.

the first one you already know. 

now let me introduce you the other: the shinning man.

this is really a special kind of super hero because he can shine. and sometimes in the winter, when this super hero find people who enjoy to feel the sun in their faces, he shines even more and more and people feel so facinated that nobody can turn their faces to other side. they keep watching to the shine hero.

I don't know how to continue this history. I don't know how to describe the characters feelings.

I know that the shine hero has a dog. this dog hair is caramel. this dog is a lady dog.

in life you can choose your own super hero. even you can pretend to be a super hero.

and at night if you pray really hard you can have your desires done.

but you need to be careful. what is your desire? are you really sure?

voila!

and suddently you can be in a gay bar in chelsea,  X E S, beside someone that you really care, among the other people all watching desperate housewives in big plasma televisions, having so much fun that you'll feel scared.

but my friend demoiselle lucia told me one day in the phone, a long distance call from the hot summer to the cold winter, she told me: you're like the invertion of apollo. apollo had all tools to the war, to the struggle, to fight brave and never feel tired. but he didn't have any tool for love. you Th, sailor Th, marujo de ti mesmo, you have all.

and in quite silence, now really distant from that first bang!, the super hero, the super sailor, me, is figuring out if it's time to close some windows in his temple.

at the end I remember fernanda torres in walter salles movie TERRA ESTRANGEIRA:

- HERE IS NOT BRASIL.

here each city is an island, no strings, no paths

and the afraid around us.

so welcome to my land

made by men in war

and other mad to love.