Ate um ano atras eu tinha cabelo comprido

Meu primeiro aniversario! Foram 10 anos, d-e-z anos. No terceiro ano do antigo Segundo Grau, resolvi ser cabeludo, coisa que ja havia tentado dois anos antes, no inicio do curso (talvez eu quisesse ser um adolescente cool...). Mas gostei, identifiquei-me e permaneci com as madeixas. Atravessei maneiras de pensar mantendo o estilo. Virou parte da identidade, da indicacao para reconhecer, integrado ao que sou/era como outra caracteristica fisica que nao se pode mudar, como alto ou baixo.
Cortei o cabelo ha exato um ano. Ja alentava a ideia um ano antes. Era hora. Mudar por mudar, por tedio, por conforto estetico e psicologico. Talvez este ultimo fosse o mais importante. As vezes me olhava e nao me via mais cabeludo. Fiz uma sessao de fotos do ato. A Silvia foi quem registrou todas as reflexoes e caretas diante do espelho. Curioso ouvir as reacoes das pessoas aqui que nao me conheceram um ano antes. Dizem que nao conseguem me imaginar com curly long hair. Vejam soh! Quando eu dizia para alguns amigos no Brasil que eu pensava em dar fim ao estereotipo muitos diziam que nao conseguiam me imaginar de cabelo curto. Muitos ainda nao me viram deste novo jeito (!) e talvez nem saibam que o cabelo, semioticamente definidor de mim mesmo, agora jaz numa caixa no meu antigo guarda-roupa em Pelotas. Hoje estou bem a vontade, acostumado, embora ainda coloque uma quantidade exagerada de shampoo, use condicionador e as vezes ainda tente amarrar o cabelo inexistente.

Cortei, porque, como Mercedes Sosa e Violeta Parra ensinaram:"Cambia, todo cambia. Cambia el cabello el anciano y así como todo cambia que yo cambie no es extraño. Pero no cambia mi amor por mas lejos que me encuentre ni el recuerdo ni el dolor de mi pueblo y de mi gente."

It has been one year since I had my hair cut

My first anniversary! It had been 10 years, t-e-n years. In the third year of High School, I decided I would have long hair, which was something that I had already attempted two years earlier, at the beginning of high school (perhaps I wanted to be a sort of cool teenager…). The second attempt was the definitive one and I kept my long haired locks for all those years. I had gone through different ways of thinking throughout life always retaining this style. It had become part of my identity, an easy way for people to refer to me, something integrated to what I am/was as other physical characteristics which are not possible to change such as the height.
It has been exactly one year since the day I cut my hair. The idea had been growing inside of me for a year. It was time! I changed for the sake of changing, for boredom, for aesthetical and psychological comfort. I believe that the last factor is the most important one. At times I looked at myself and I did not see me as long haired man anymore. And the act was visually recorded. Silvia photographed all of the thoughtful and grimaces before the mirror. It was amusing to hear the Londoners’ reaction who hadn’t met a year earlier. They say they can’t picture me with curly long hair. Imagine! When I used to say to some friends back in Brazil that I was thinking of putting an end to the stereotype, many said they could not visualize me with short hair. Many haven’t see me in this new way (!) yet and many may not even know my hair (a semiotic definition of myself), which now lies in a box inside my former wardrobe in Pelotas. Today I am at ease and used to it, although I still put an exaggerated amount of shampoo on my head, use conditioner and at times try to tie up the inexistent hair.
I had it cut because, as Mercedes Sosa and Violeta Parra have taught::"Cambia, todo cambia. Cambia el cabello el anciano y así como todo cambia que yo cambie no es extraño. Pero no cambia mi amor por mas lejos que me encuentre ni el recuerdo ni el dolor de mi pueblo y de mi gente."