My Name Is Emily

Life happens quickly, like the mountains in the background.

And you wake up one day and you don’t know how you got there.

And you wonder: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Where have I been?" And nothing is recognizable...

everything is different from the last time you woke.

Years have past. And years are passing.

And you suddenly know with absolute precision that you will die.

And then comes the choice:

To go back to sleep and hope that next time you wake

everything has arranged itself, and you'll be happy.

Or you choose to stay awake,

to struggle with this unsatisfactory surroundings

to create something, anything, to love.

I was born from the adverse winds. They name hurricanes after me.

If you hide from death, you hide from life.

My name is Emily.

MY NAME IS EMILY

You said that was the day that changed your life.

Time has stopped, nothing remained.

Just that room, your wife...

And me.

And then you realize... you've become a father.

And You knew nothing.

You said you stared into a great emptiness.

And you took a step.

And everything you read, all roads and rivers of thought

led You back to the one, same truth.

You had a daughter.

And You knew nothing.

She always said you were quiet.

In like a year after I was born, you're even more quiet.

Never going out, never saying why.

You lock yourself in your study night and day.

Until one night, without warning, you spoke.

Dead or alive.

Some roam the earth like they are alive for hundreds of years

and they will live hundreds more.

You see how he dresses his armor,

but the fear in your eyes I can't hide.

You spoke about the things you're dread for the last year.

About what it's like to be a father,

about how you were swimming in the ocean when you were a kid.

You spoke in a way you've never spoken before.

She said it was like watching a man giving birth to himself.

You told everyone you had a new teacher,

teaching you the most important things in life.

I was your teacher, and you were mine.

They called me a weirdo (freak).

- They're right. - Because I was reading!

They're still right.

Come here.

Read.

"Weird, suggesting something supernatural, or unnatural."

And here.

"From the old English 'wyrd',

"I mean destiny, fate or the power to control destiny."

- Yes. - So... - So? - They don't know that.

But now You do.

That's how I felt like when you spoke to me.

The world is new and small, it's large and always expanding.

And is your heart beating fast in his chest,

because you're alive.

You started teaching at the local school.

Life for beginners.

We blindly walked on roads built by others.

And the biggest tragedy of all

is that we believed a huge lie.

And that is that we will live forever, that we'll never die.

But all roads lead to death.

And having traveled on roads built by others, we arrive at death,

without having lived truly.

You told people to live, to swim, to fight, to love.

But just when you started to get to have sex

you began to be heeded.

You said that people don't have sex enough

and that, in place to go on holidays expensive

should be staying at the local hotels and to have sex.

This is who we are! Come!

And before anyone decided you're a threat to the system,

it was too late: you've become famous.

Most of you have accepted it.

But you were just getting started.

We have been taught to hide, to death from each other.

We found so many ways to spent our time...

We observe, prepare, make plans

about how to live our lives when we will be ready.

Are you ready?

Kids, we have a new girl, Emily.

Do you want to say a few words about you, Emily?

Or maybe not.

Find yourself a seat, my dear.

The streets stretch on forever, but none of them lead to the sea.

Further, all the more, but never to the sea.

I'm sinking deep, all the way down.

Deep down, way down.

I'm drowning on these streets.

Steve and June are not the adoptive parents bad.

I've had worse.

I know that I am here because he wanted to be June.

Every day, it kills me.

With gentleness, the Conversations pointless and freshness permanent.

Every day, expect us to be happy on Christmas day.

- Clean Towel, my dear? - Thanks.

Until I feel overwhelmed and I can't breathe.

It was different.

I fell in love with a dancer.

Was spinning like a ray of light that dance.

I looked at her and I felt more detached, but still aware that at any time.

Danced until I felt like I was choking and my heart is full.

So I felt home.

He thought I was sick, tired or cold.

But it was love.

Arden, move your ass!

Nothing, my dear?

I'm sure he'll come.

I'm late to school.

Happy birthday...

Dad...

There were others, but none of them were like her.

I wanted to disappear into the pores of her skin pale.

If you've electrocuted ever, understand.

The body becomes one and the same with the heart, then it stops.

You feel alive and dead at the same time.

So I felt.

"Even if the radius, living another day"

"My eyes forever they would be taken

"Even if forever I overshadow-will the clouds"

"Splendor of the grass, the glory of the flower"

"The cure we find, let us not hurt, In what we keep for once."

Take out your notebooks.

Quietly!

Analyze the stanza, taking into account the following aspects.

Tone.

Diction.

And form.

- You don't understand the exercise? - I did.

- Then, what's the problem? - No problem.

Do you think that the rules don't apply to you, because you're new?

Do you think you deserve special treatment,

like you're the princess of the school?

- No. - What then?

I just don't want to do what you asked.

You may not have realized,

but it was an order, not a request.

I'm exercising my right to disobey orders.

That's not what you want to teach us?

To have free will, so we don't become Nazis?

- Do you think you're smart? - I don't want to chop up the poem.

Why not?

'Cause when you chop something up, you kill it.

You may want to inform us

how you have approached the correct verse.

Wordsworth talks about sex.

About the girl with whom he had sex in the grass.

Probably, it was the first time for him. And for her.

Don't say anything like that.

A French girl, Annette Vallon, the daughter of a barber-surgeon,

with whom he had an illegitimate daughter, Anne Caroline.

He was wildly in love with, but he was ashamed of what he did,

so he abandoned her and the little girl.

He felt guilty and he hasn't ever written about love and sex,

just bypassed, through descriptions of nature.

"That though the radiance which was once so bright"

"be now forever taken from my sight."

"Though nothing can bring back the hour"

"Splendor in the grass, the glory in the flower"

"We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."

He loved her, but because of the mores of the weather,

he abandoned her and the child.

He never saw his daughter again.

What's wrong with You?

Leave her in peace.

I can take care of myself, thank you.

When she died, she took with her the light.

They told me she had gone to other places, better places.

But I knew she hadn't.

She always knew where I was or where I was in the house.

Now I couldn't feel her anywhere.

They told me she'd gone somewhere.

And if she had, I would have gone there too.

She was nowhere.

And now no one knew where I was.

When you frown under the water, make a noise.

But you cannot cry.

Sometimes I can hear it.

Like a hurricane, like an underwater wind...

A Music.

They always listened to loud music, when I wasn't in the car.

They said it makes them feel young again.

My dad keep all my notes for classes,

all his notes, in the trunk of the car.

When they did crash, they were scattered on the road.

Everything you worried about, everything you ever feared...

Gone in the blink of an eye...

Driven by something much more horrible than you imagined ever.

I was at home, waiting for them.

It was my birthday.

What happened? Are you okay?

You can't swim?

You can't swim...