Shakespeare

All of a sudden I have felt a tremendous desire of coming here, to my laptop Toshiba, Satellite Pro P300-1F1, and say something about Shakespeare. Not the silly English writer, William Shakespeare, but only the little cafe where sometimes I go to face, one on one, my own capacity to deal with my limited capacities.

Shakespeare Bar is a bar (what a fucking redundancy, isn’t it?) where once in a while I go to spend some time with my fellow Mr. AM to see how far can a man resist to alcohol and consequent conversations about everything and nothing. You may visit it but you’ll see there’s really nothing there it could be a good reason to place it, for instance, in a Michelin tourism guide. But if, anyway, you would like to go there, these are the GPS coordinates which can help you to not get lost in Vila Nova de Famalicão, Portugal: N41.41023º-W8.51768º.

The owner, it’s just a lady I really love to stare at, deeply in her eyes. It’s really impressive the ability you are enabled with when you are under the effect of alcohol. Above all, it’s really impressive the ability you are enabled with when you are under the effect of a tremendous frustration for a couple of decades you see as a lost time or, at least, not that much profitable time to contribute to your own happiness.

Mr. AM⁽¹⁾ is a kind of revelation to me. I wonder how much of myself he is able to absorb, but the doubt (I should say the “curiosity”), consumes me like hell. How far can a man go in a way he can mix together a professional and a personal relationship? Theories about what you should or should not be relating to your co-workers are numerous and exceeding the number of mothers in this world. Mr. AM is that human being I am keeping in my mind as an expression of someone looking for something. He has been patient enough with my wanderings (roaming, it’s what gave the name to this blog) and it seems he is trying to drink something from them. Is he?

Ms. JU is really something! I’m impressed with the fact she is able to be there and be selling, patiently. I wonder if I could, in fact, drive my own bar as I have dreamed lately. Will I be able to become a kind of Ms. JU? Will I? I wonder, as well, what drives that woman to be available for all those (I guess not that many) men, young and less young, searching something I just define as the spirit we need to achieve our own balance. Does she know what balance is any of her clients looking for? Are they looking for a family kind peace? Can she give them that? Does it really matter?

Ms. Referee “The Hottie”⁽²⁾, is another character of my little story, here and today about Shakespeare. She represents all preconceptions one might have about love and attraction, sex and platonic relationships. It’s really great the way I let myself going through these absolutely free deviations about social standard behaviors. Just thoughts, not at all understood and reinforced by the normal standard oriented citizens.

This is a tribute to Mr. AM and Ms. JU. This is a reminder of those “once in a month or two” moments I have spent in Shakespeare Bar, a corner elected to be my place of refuge. Believe me, just a simple corner I already have seen painted of several different colors.

May the gods be with Mr.AM, a “shopfloor” man, Ms. JU and the Jameson Irish Whiskey portions she so generously serves…