Planets and metaphors

A year ago I could still imagine that when a 100 years from now a person would browse a European history book the current crisis would show up in one maybe two pages amongst the long treaty road for a peaceful and prosperous continent, more and more in harmony with the entire world.

Gradually I am starting to envisage that it will the booming 80´s and 90´s that will cover the shortest of tales in historic timelines. A type of late revived belle epoque where we thought anything was unlimitedly possible and thus more something to be remembered in the bright areas of arts, fashion, design rather than grey enduring economics and finance.

This is no longer about lost teenagers who had to stay at home while mom and dad went partying.  Younger generations will, of course, be affected.   A different story is whether this is a bad or good thing but, either way, relevant enough to be a permanent part of the roots of whom is growing up today.

So I allowed into my home the recently released children's book "a crise explicada a crianças" about a bear, bees and honey but my youngsters were not impressed with my imitation of Portugal's finance minister's slow and comprehensive tone and prefer a Winnie the Pooh DVD instead.  Wonderful book for immature adults who welcome a bit of self-irony though.

So I allowed into my car a download of the latest music of Boss AC, a talented hop-hop rapper and one of those performers who finds the classical balance between chanting while challenging hot issues.  This particular song with an excellent tune for waking up on the road to school in the morning touches on bubbles that burst.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqlurzmr5nU

Now, for my son, who until recently the context of bubble would only arise when playing with soap or supermario, the moment had come to inquire whether the word bubble referred to the song's earlier referral to our round globe.  An excellent question to raise in the midst of morning innercity traffic and otherwise daily household logistics.

I believe I managed reasonably to compare the man artificially created free flowing and eventually uncontrollable bubble the song is about, with the type of not bad intended fantasy stories my son and his schoolmates invent every now and then to the extent that fantasy mixes into reality.  "Every now and then, adults like daddy, do the same, but then bigger and longer, but eventually they always burst".