A Brilliant
friend of mine once thought that "a Vuzelha is a small specie of nocturnal Antarctic
weasel! - it just sounds right. And its mating call is: Vuuuuuuuuuuu-zil or something
equally bizarre!" - he now calls me Vuzel. Hmmmm. Vuzelha (Vu-zilla) isn't quite 'bizarre' but
equally elaborate: it's the brain child of Eugéne and me. Eugéne is another
exceptionally talented individual who entered my life while I was very young, and played a
big role in the development of my views and character.
Vuzelha is the expression
of one's character, of the self - a collective word for the individuality
and uniqueness that makes each human luminous in his own right.
Each of us want to be seen, we want others to experience us a certain way, we wear the
clothes and dance to the music our parents are horrified by. With each passing day
we either tend to shock the kugels back to reality or join them for sundowners at La Med
to distract them from real life even more.
Vuzelha is what you are, what you do when
you act yourself. ACT yourself. Cause we all put up
a show some or other time by going out on a limb and wearing that controversial and
queerifying manskirt, by having sex in public places, by phoning 'that guy' and taking the
risk of rejection ...
All this 'being someone', 'being in and
hip' and 'being yourself' sometimes takes its toll - you often have to give up part of
yourself to be able to be yourself ... and in the end it's all in vain - cause life is
short, but wonderful ... |