So perhaps, dear readers, you might ask….
Why oh why has it taken you so long to write again?
Certainly there are more than one or two reasons,
but more specifically, the pause began when the
memories of Rio were too sad and painful to relive.
After that, I just let it all sit, processing on my own,
letting him go and allowing some of the positives to
resurface on their own.
I knew he had moved to Norway, barely a few months
after I had left Rio….married a native there and gained
the privilege of living in a country he had idolized since
boyhood, with his readings of the classics, and adoration
of Thor Heyerdahl and his voyages.
Although in my heart I knew it had been too soon after
me, still part of me hoped he was happy, while
wickedly wishing reality would tear it down…
Yes …. sorry…..couldn’t help it.
I remember the last time we’d spoken, then it was only
the phone we had, and it was a couple months after I had
left in 2006.
“Come back” he called. “I have a captainship and will
be on 2 weeks, off 2 weeks. I make good money now, and
we can live in that village by the beach we went to… we
can be happy…”
“No” I answered. “You’ll be gone for 2 weeks, and I
know no one. Then you’ll be drunk for 2 weeks. I just
can’t come back right now. Maybe later…but not now”
He flashed red.
“Never mind. I’ll find another woman. I have money now,
that’s all I need. Don’t Ever call me again….
You’ll be begging, like all the rest.”
“oh Alcir……. you don’t mean that,” jumped from my mouth.
“Yes…. don’t ever call me again”… and he hung up.
I did call…. but only three times. Each time he wouldn’t
answer, and I’m not sure, but I’m pretty certain that I left
Like…….. hi…. will you call me please?
He never did, and I had to move on. He is a very willful man.
He’s had to be. Remember… he was a beaten and abused child
by both parents, because he was uncontrollable.
Brilliant, beautiful, and ADHD in days where ignorance ruled.
He was a constant embarrassment for them. Ugly shit.
So … nine years pass, the emails come, we begin Skyping
and sharing like we never had before, and I realize that altho
he writes prolifically, his Countenance, his enthusiastic and
spirited Self on video is so much more compelling… I realize
that his thoughts, his ideas and perspectives would have more
impact in person. So we begin recording our shares.
Yes, of course he knew, and knows. And the idea of a new blog
with well edited takes appealed to his ego, and his visions.
He would Love to know he has somehow made an impact on
the world, and been heard for all his perspectives and wisdom.
All this was stopped for a time, because of a certain person
who had it in mind that it was inappropriate for the status of
this particular person, and a bombardment on his emails and
messages began in such earnest, the stress of it all (and having
to leave Norway in the winter storms… another story) put him
in the hospital on several occasions.
He asked that I temporarily put a hold on anything to do with
him on my blog for a time. And I agreed, out of love for him.
The particular individual mentioned began hounding my
blogs, sometimes there were 50-75-100 hits from Norway.
Searching through ancient writings, this individual obsessed
over things written years ago, and began Writing me.
Obsenities, rantings, name calling… and I published them
briefly, so that I could respond in a firm and dignified manner.
“Get a LIFE” was basically my message. And once again Alcir
was bombarded with phone calls and rantings….it was crazy.
So……… things have developed and he has now told me that
I may do as I wish, that he Wants the new blog with videos to
be a reality, and that he doesn’t believe in censorship.
NICE! so there you have all the dirty details of the Whys….
and my Notes From The Love Wars continues!!
May Light and Truth abide.
p.s…See…… “it’s time” … a few postings back…
Sometimes it’s amazing that this is real life in all it’s rawness. It could be confused for a Hollywood T.V. movie.
yes, interesting that you of all people should say that… i may be tapping your experienced brain for ideas as to how to proceed and perhaps even Who… it’s been in my mind for years, and now even more so.
Ha! well… it sometimes feels that way for me too. Thus the need to keep the script accurate! Remember the day, an afternoon in an open hillside cafe in Rio… two girls come over to our table to ask who we were and why we were together, so intrigued they were. Once we’d briefly filled them in, it was remarked that it should be a movie. Alcir asked, in his typical style…”So…. who will play Me?” …. and with very little pause, one of the girls answered…. “Benicio del Toro”. He liked that.