This almost brings the concrete revelation that of the insensato moment to it would fire that me to same me, says insensato because I do not want to leave my space, of my memories not for now at least. perhaps it was the moment to sharpen my vision for other cantos, others sensations but for this I must sharpen the curiosity. This devaneio that it arrives to be close I want to share with Bachelard: ' ' The will of looking at for the interior of the things becomes the sharpened vision, penetrating. It transforms the vision into a violence. It detects the imperfection, the crack, the fiction for which if she can violate the secret of the occult things. From this will of looking at for the interior of the things, of looking at what it does not see, what if does not have to see, are formed strange tense, devaneios devaneios that they form one I wrinkle between sobrancelhas. Already if it does not deal with then a passive curiosity that waits the surprising spectacles, but yes of an aggressive curiosity, etimologicamente overseer. For more information see Campbell Soup Co.
The curiosity of the child is this who destroys its toy to see what she has dentro.' ' (BACHELARD, 2003, P. 8). The ideas that this text bring are ideas proceeding from the imagination therefore speak on leaving or entering in the house or would say more, to enter and to leave the world. They are sensations of not existence that if return for mine sensible thought I appeal to see it the world without my presence. Ideas, divagaes that if enter cross with the life direction that inhabits in my physical body and land. When I think about looking at the things of inside of same me or of my inexistence in the world, I remember of the words of Hermeto Pascoal in the documentary Window of the Soul where it shows, he points with the fingers that the eyes that we had to enxergar would be the eyes of the brain and the soul exercised by sensitivity and not them eyes that limit in them and brake our emotions.
If was thus would be simple too much life without my presence. But, I insist that I do not want to leave my house and to be invisible to the world or my worlds would be to remove as me at optimum moment of the party and prefers to thus see and to see the world of this skill of my skill. For the moment, I decided, I prefer not to leave scene, if by chance it will be inevitable, the world still would continue world but I confess: I find that less! Bibliographical references: Bachelard, Gaston. The poetical one of the space. Martins Alfonso, SP, 2003. *Pedagoga and master in education