To Occident of the Paradise (15). It is not by chance that the great fortunes appear. Who is very rich, it stole a lot.

Then I said good-bye, with sorrow it is true, but no longer he had doubts that Wanzeller was a perfect con man. With paternal air he told me:

- You never forget that it was thanks to me that you know all the streets of Lisbon, that you learned how to walk of tramcar. You were almost illiterate when we met you; I went me that taught you to drink a ginjinha with them, and to drink a glass of two and of three with a sandwich when we were very hurried. I went me that taught you everything that now know, I went me who he prepared you for the life, and it could still become trained plus, but as you will abandon me, and that is great ingratitude of your part, after everything that we did for you. Therefore he thinks well because I think will be sorry. You are as a son for us, we liked you a lot. I always insisted for you study but you never wanted him. Since you don't want to study, then he learns how to be a man.

The words were very convincing, but a human being doesn't live of words. He lives yes, but only after feeding. It is not possible to speak conveniently without feeding. And everything ended. Divide her that he committed to pay to my almost two year-old father, a small fortune for us, it was never accomplished.

Of facto when a boss makes a lot of promises to an employee, and yours to speak it is sweet, sweet, suit, of a lot of friendship, and a lot of music, believe that he is just to be false. It is not by chance that the great fortunes appear. Who is very rich, it stole a lot.

I truly never met nobody being honest to enrich, and the world will end in the chaos because the invasion of the new ones barbaric merciless and protected by international laws, he has legal permission to enslave any worker to the planetary scale. Yes, to the planetary scale because when the next planet be colonized, they will be the starving ones that for there will extract the ores. Everything on behalf of the civilization and of the discovery of new worlds.

We will be controlled by bracelets, for collars on behalf of the electronic. We will be watched by satellites, we will be the new slaves, and we will be exterminated slowly. The clones will move forward as armies and humans will only remain half dozen, those that at present dominates the world, and we will return to the Medium Age, to his social system, to a new reign in that you of the new castle of the universe will reign for millions of years. And in the planetary slaves he will be born a new religion. A new Christ will appear to announce that all of the planets will receive the good new of the new Gospel.

Unemployed and without money my father tells me that it will get placement in the OGMA-workshops of Aeronautical Material General, because I will like this be able to escape to the mobilization for the overseas territories. Thing that I never got and my father never explained to me because such it happened, in spite of the countless promises that he would learn how to be mechanical of airplanes.

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To Occident of the Paradise (14). Sharon's Rose with their breasts to nurse a hungry person

Noémia, before my taste of reading had the idea of offering a book. My first book of true reading, the Anthology of the Portuguese Fantastic Story. Did I read him and did I read again him, but to think because devil offered me her this book, so different from the readings that until then had read? Would it be because I lived in the fantastic? In the unreal? Or would she have her, just her, due to her formation in Germanic to notice of my personality? No matter how much he tried to understand, the right is that I never got it.

I think it was just for an introduction to the Portuguese literature of the fantastic story. For me was a considerable volume, because it contained many stories of several Portuguese authors. Then she offered me other book, the Jungle, of Ferreira de Castro, here yes, I was impressed with the life that this man lived and it suffered in the rubber plantations of Brazil, and the most surprising is that he just had the fourth class, it was an self-taught person.

I was very thoughtful since that moment. After all Portuguese that didn't have means to study existed, and they got to be great writers. That gave me a great force in the soul. Noémia offered me other book, The Grapes of Wrath, of John Steinbeck. I admired in this work the description that the author does of a turtle, and Sharon's Rose with their breasts to nurse a hungry person, but above all the descriptions of the great depression that were innovation for me, because that began in the knowledge of the things.

It already put some pertinent subjects to Wanzeller. He already began to have a political direction, it already felt some riots, it already felt some perception before the differences of social classes. My subjects were answered with: "that I should study."

He happened that my wages continued the they be not paid. There is almost one year… When Wanzeller received the money of the customers in my presence, he told me that he had to pay the children's studies and the house luxury, because it seemed badly if they didn't live like this. He also had to buy good clothes due to the social condition that seemingly occupied. He told me to wait a little more, that in the next supply to the customers would pay my debt. The situation stayed, my father told me to leave that work because they were me to explore. I transmitted the concern of my father to Wanzeller, and immediately he told me that would speak to my father.

It was, and he left a business card in being able to of my father, that already went in more than a year of debt, a small fortune, and in the card he declared the value, and that he committed to pay her very quickly. It implored my father so that it avoided at the whole cost the complaint, the accusation near somebody competent, because he didn't want scandals.

My father agreed and they happened more three months and anything. Before the exploration the one that subjected me and still the facto of constantly nickname me of tomboy, and they insist that he was a house son, my father insisted to abandon the job. I did like this, Wanzeller tried to convince me otherwise, affirming that hee would pay within three days, what didn't happen.

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To Occident of the Paradise (13). As it is that I could study, if already two months ago they didn't pay me the wages.

With effort and savings and also with my father's help, that was promoted in the service - it passed to luggage rack in TAP - what allowed him already some financial relief. He said that it was not the money of the expiration that sustained him, but you enumerate them tips that the passengers offered him for the services of shipment of their luggages.

Several coins that after committees at the end of the month were exchanged. It also got credit in a grocer friend of Moscavide. He sent in the all of the months a car very loaded of food. The milk and the bread were put to the door everyday well early. Also to pay at the end of the month.

Did I buy the complete collection, except for mistake of Porto Editora, of the books he does Want to Know? He treated of many themes from, the History of the Money, to Mozart, Beethoven, etc. I began to learn a lot of thing, to enter in the stranger, to leave the ignorance. Then I also bought the complete collection of Fantomas, but I only read half due to the character's tiresome repetition, and I lamented the worn-out money. However Wanzeller moves for Queluz, in the proximities of Sintra, a much calmer place. A house with only two floors, but with great collection in the it digs and a, it can be said, vast back yard, that allowed him there to install his factory.

One more youth was contracted and they assigned me of teaching him the production techniques. The production increased and the customers also, especially the springs for the clothes that the customers a lot appreciated, therefore that were of good quality. Our main customer was Polux, in the Street of Fanqueiros. He was entitled to frequent and to eat lunch at the house, to live together with the family, because they considered me as a son. Noémia, licentiate in Germanic, taught me to count in three languages, of one up to ten. In German, English, and French. She wanted to wake up for the foreign languages.

Of ownership of my collection he does Want to Know? I began to devour one to a the many volumes that composed this small encyclopaedia of the knowledge. He always walked with one of them in the hand, and when he read got lost, he ignored of everything. In a such way he concentrated on the reading that forgot of the one that had do.

To buy the raw material to supply the factory in wire, it went to Rocha Pereira Amado & Latino, in the Street of the Prata, and the plastics in Polux, in the Street of Fanqueiros. Then it went to the station of Rossio to pick the convoy bound for Queluz. As soon as he enters in the convoy and he sat down, the first thing that did was to read, and of so hypnotized will stop sometimes in an or in another station further on and once I went to stop the… Sintra.

Before these events, Wanzeller began to show a lot of concern. They gave me a lot of reprimands, morals lessons but they ended for if they tire, and they told me finally:

- As well as you are… distracted… you will never be nobody in the life! The piece of advice that we give is you that you study, and he tries to be formed because they will only give like this you value. If you don't change your behaviour you will always be a frustrated, a rioted against the society!

I heard in silence and I was to think how it is that I could study, if already two months ago they didn't pay me the wages.

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To Occident of the Paradise (12). He felt a can of a gallon and a hose, and it appeared to another Austin Cooper S

Then, through small metallic gears she proceeded to the making of the springs, of the hangers and of the supports for the irons. The owner of this original domestic factory was descending of Dutch Jews, Wanzeller. The secret already family vineyard. They came for Portugal fugitive of Holland because of the Nazis and here they were. The wife Licínia, the daughter Noémia, and the son Carlos Alberto was owners of great culture and intellect. In the reality I owe them the initiation in the great masters of the world literature.

New house change. Finally and definitively for Olivais-Sul, Encarnação, surroundings of Lisbon, with four floors. They were the promised houses for Salazar for the poor, that by small monthly instalments, to the twenty year-old end they would be given to the residents. A beautiful neighbourhood, well structured, very planting of trees, with forest and swimming pool.

With great free spaces, a school, lyceum, bank, supermarket, with a defect. It lacks of more spaces for sport activities. The soccer games were disputed in the asphalted street, at night. When a car circulated were forced to interrupt the departure, and the car nívea, blue and white of the police pursued us the the whole hour.

Jorge, mechanic, told me to await that it will already look for a customer's Austin Cooper S, and later go-millstones to give some turns thereabout. Only that we had to steal gasoline, because these cars consumed very fuel. Jorge, expert of the roundness knew where they would be the suppliers with gasoline of the best quality, in the neighbourhood of the Encarnação. It is there for three in the morning when all were to sleep, he felt a can of a gallon and a hose, and it appeared to another Austin Cooper S, calling me the attention that: "That there is very supplied, and the lid is easy to open."

He approached then for the replenishment. Everything was very illuminated, and it feared that if somebody was discovered, I don't know how it would be, therefore that was very easy be cornered. But in the several times that supplied for this method, luckily we were never surprised. Then we dipped in the night. Jorge will always have with his girlfriend, there for the sides of Moscavide. She was always awaiting him, always prepared the any hour of the night.

She liked immense of him, and as she had a sister, the very happy two came because they will go for a drive, but they had to return before the dawn to deceive the parents as if she had not been absent of house. Then we stopped at a very hidden place, and the car was with dispersed clothes on the whole side. We made love until we are tired, and later our girlfriends sought the bikinis, the soutiens and the rest of the clothes. They had a great concern of to arrange the hair and to smooth the crumpled clothes.

Then we will eat hot bread with butter and to drink a bottle of milk in the bombs of fuel of SACOR, in the Encarnação, that also had restaurant. Very fast we will take them the house, later it was me. Jorge taught me that to enter home without anybody to give bill, he had to put the key very slowly in the lock and to go turning slowly, at the same time that it held in the handle of the door, lifting it to avoid the rests. It was avoided like this the to screech and creaking Gothic when he opens up a door. Then in very light steps it went to the bed. Our girlfriends didn't need these cares, because they enter for the window that before left leaned. Everything was in secret, only we are that we knew.

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Live the electrical faults of the Marxism-Leninism!

Live the Marxism-Leninism! Yesterday, February 23, day of the grace of Ours Lord, the Politburo darkened us with one more cut of electric energy of the 19.08 to the 02.44 hours.

They are to destroy my life. I don't manage to do anything. At this time I don't know what to do. I want to flee of here, already! But I thought better: I will tolerate to the maximum that it can. Somebody has to narrate the events. It is that I feel as a corresponding of war in a sinister battle front. The poverty already knocks me on the door with din, he already announces himself, it is a right thing.

The children invade the hospitals massively due to the wave of dust of the anarchical works of MPLA. It seems that they want to cross China in pollution, or they already passed him ahead. What is natural because in misfortunes it doesn't exist better than this MPLA. We are in Korea of the North or something!

I think so! The Marxist-Leninist ones are all same ones. The order word is: everything to kill to the hunger!

Angolan hungry persons! The graves of MPLA wait for you! And the hypocrisy of the Church blesses them.

This MPLA is to exterminate the population. And the shit of the opposition oil field should already make a manifestation, other, other and more other until doing to kick about, to the cunning, Stalinist MPLA. But they are all the same dirt. It is for that that the other said, oldest Hermes: «What is on top is same to it that is in low.»

I fear that more Europe and his natural ally, the USA, support the extermination plan in course of the Angolan "darkness." And how it is in the fashion the extermination of populations…

I don't want to hear to speak more in MPLA!

MPLA kills it everything! MPLA the party of the idiots!

THIS MPLA CHANGED IN DEMONIAC!

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Luanda. The reinforcement of the Popular Power in this Jurassic park

Finally the electric energy collapse, died. The government goes away, he dissolves, and he fades.

He begins to be habit the light lack for periods of hours and days. The activity of BDE, Brigades of the Destruction of Electricity they rejuvenated in greeting to the Popular Power. After the men of EDEL, the Company of Distribution of Electricity of Luanda, to repair the electric energy once again, a stupid of BDE properly framed in the revolutionary process still in course; again it applied her ballast and short circuit a phase of the building. Again the same… aiuéééééé!!!! The building is to burn!!!

Put before the burning facto, the stupid explains with the habitual brilliant idea that was not him… it was the electricity. He doesn't have notion of responsibility and much less of property. It is this the such New Man.

They are these stupid ones that they renew on this time other skinny revolution: to set on fire, to destroy Luanda is necessary.

Here is the Apostle S. MPLA Apocalypse.

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To Occident of the Paradise (11). I Thought he should watch a cowboys film, of those that promised a lot of beating with the Indians

My father went to ask him even satisfactions, and for between excuses and promises of friendship they ended to drink some glasses, and the bricklayers to swear her that they would treat me with the due respect. The wage was I paid a week and it already won something considerable. When it received gave everything to my mother. She felt some amount that was already permitted certain independence. It was also her that bought my clothes. She went like this already to the movies, it played soccer of puppets of iron in the fairs, he drunk gaseous… and I began to smoke. Some girls already launched me lewd glances, but he never committed for shyness. My mother told me that the money that won already gave for the house bread, because children were eight, and I was the oldest.

In one Saturday after receiving my wage, I thought he should watch a cowboy’s film, of those that promised a lot of beating with the Indians, as the propaganda posters stuck. The film has faith that if it entitled Ambush of the Danger, and it finished with a lot of money to be thrown to the air, and the hero while he kissed his lover, he said: "You and I are going for Sonora."

Clear, full of money that until he gave to spread for the air.

There was an except. It is that after the film had to pass for a lane about of the midnight, flanked by high stone walls, and to the circular any one would be arrested easy of attackers that had already ambushed some victims according to information. Fearless I moved for among the night, not without before to have put the money in the shoes, and prepared a penknife of very sharp tip for the one that of that and it came.

As a great adventurer moved forward. To frighten the fear it whistled during the way trying to convince that if they assaulted would kill me who he wants that it went that it attacked me. When I reached the end of the lane didn't want to believe, it was saved.

I gave the money to my mother and I told him everything that happened, and as it was already very late went to lie down.

Once again we changed house. I don't remember the name of the place; it was there for the sides of Loures. I remember that the house had three floors. He was in the high of a hill and when it rained was complicated to leave or to enter. Mud on the whole side dragged by the waters due to the constructions that were to be made, and the awake lands of her long silence were freed and then they let him down the street to drag for the.

I ended for knowing Ludovino that later proposed me if I wanted go work in a family atmosphere, because he will leave for her birthplace, and her boss asked him to arrange somebody of trust to be honest and worker. We combined and the other day there went with him to come. I went accepts. The work place located in the street Mary to the Angels, and it was served by the net of electric’s of Lisbon. He was in a fifth floor of a building.

My work was to manufacture hangers, irons supports of starching and springs for the clothes. There was a craft gadget in mounted wood in the kitchen. A wire roll was hung and in the extremity that crawled by hand, there was a mark where with a sweet orange the wire roll was cut in pieces, that later received tubes of plastic boiled previously to they soften enough for they be put in the cut wires to the measure.

Luanda, finally with the electric energy in the chaos

But that even so everything continues well. The Popular Power arises and GDP also.

To Occident of the Paradise (10). The soldiers took advantage of the poverty and in exchange for the soup the women prostituted.

The worst was when the film ended and of return the house put in a crazy belt because the invisible man pursued me. But it didn't give up when it arrived the day of her emission, and there he will attend once again. Again in the return the house the terror increased the rushes also, because illumination didn't exist for the road nor in the houses. I never thought that a film put I so much fear.

My mother told me that in the barracks of the military ones, she doesn't remind me the name, at night they gave soup and that he went a lot of people there, in most women. She gave me a pot. When there I arrived met already some women to the door, another were at a close place, darkness, protected by the grove. I heard pleasure murmurs, I approached and I saw that the military ones were on top of them. The soldiers took advantage of the poverty and in exchange for the soup the women prostituted. However a soldier saw me and he ran with me of there. He asked me where it was my mother, it showed nervousness, afflicted for thinking that she would be there. He told him that no, that it was not, that I came alone. The soldier dispatched me, it filled my pot, and he told me that if I wanted more soup, he would have to come with my mother.

My mother liked the soup, me, my sister and my two siblings also. He was still well hot. He told him that for us to give us more soup she would have that there to go. And she was, but when she noticed than the soldiers never again wanted there appeared. She admitted me later: "That for us to get soup the women had to do shameful acts, and I am not woman to do that."

To the nine years I finished the fourth class of the primary instruction. Horácio, my habitual friend of the cowboys games, had about eighteen years, he arranged me job in the building site. He spoke to my father. He told him that as I has just made the fourth class, he could also settle job and my father agreed.

It is there went in Horácio's company for my first job. The place was very distant; he had the name of Telheiras, where they built a lot of constructions. First we had to arrive to the barracks of the Regiment of Artillery, later to pick a lane and to pass for countless wastelands. When it rained seemed a miracle to arrive to the work place, because the feet were buried in a such way in the muddy earth, that for removing constituted a heavy bale.

In the beginning it cost me to understand a child's reason with nine years to subject to I work so heavy, that it consisted of carrying mass buckets for the stairways of the building in construction, so that the bricklayer built the walls with the bricks that I also carried. But soon they noticed that I didn't get to carry a mass bucket. Before the uncommon effort that he made, and before the glance of the person in charge of the work, somebody screamed that the child was not able to with the bucket, and I started like this to carry him for the half. I had luck, because it was already to go for the eye of the street. In little time I arrived bricklayer's assistant, it already built walls with bricks before my master's satisfaction.

Then I passed the bricklayer assistant, worthier profession and better he pays. Before that I took several plated in the face. An angry bricklayer with me for having past for this profession, considered that as an action of contempt of my part. After the lunch watered with a lot of red wine, he decided to throw me of the second floor upward of the mass in the reverse-pity-ground. Before my cry and threats that he would complain to my father, he still gave me more slaps.

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To Occident of the Paradise (9). When it got some of Brick Bradford with his spinning top of the time

One day called me and it began to allure me to transport bricks for the second floor. In change it would receive some coins, which seemed to be a small fortune for me. In my ignorance I thought that little would be long to carry the bricks and to receive my money. But for more efforts than he did to carry them, it seems that they never again ended. I saw the fraud that had been me done. My mother when she knew, it was very displeased to have with him, and she told him shame was not had of walking to explore children. And that it was for that that was rich. And because he always walked to deceive the people. As answer he was just limited to laugh, that laughter that considers us to all idiots.

I eat only appeared cowboy’s books, it continued in her reading. When it got some of Brick Bradford with his spinning top of the time, he was fascinated. I began to like a lot of science fiction. However, with my friends we made great cowboy’s battles and Indians.

I got to improvise an arch of very potent steel. The arrows were ribs of umbrellas also of steel. I became eminent in her handling, to the day that I decided to point it a chicken of a considerable distance. I threw the arrow and I got right in full in the animal poor. I panicked and I ran behind her to remove the arrow, so that nobody knew about the happened, but her seeming to want to incriminate me fled in my direction mother's. He finished the arch and arrows forever.

In the proximities they built a freeway. Some friends told me that they had made a discovery. They asked me so that it accompanied them. We left, near to the place there was an opening in the earth. One of them had a can with olive oil and a cloth mouthful to which he caught fire. With that light improvised we moved forward. They were grottos dug in the earth with some ramifications and the more we moved forward more they appeared. Somebody had the idea of marking the places for us not to lose ourselves. In a point of the way with fear of we are lost decided to return.

We returned there once again. However one of my friends told me that they found some coins, but somebody, maybe a historian or archaeologist that over there appeared monopolized them. I think those grottos were for the historical escapes of the fences of Lisbon, or for penetration of forces for his interior.

At night, one of my friends invited me to attend a film that was to give in television. He was Herbert George Wells, Invisible Man. But we had to go to other coffee that was the about two kilometres, because the close grocery store no longer he let to enter smaller. There we went and near to the coffee we came across an employee to do of safety in the door to avoid that we didn't enter.

The television intentionally was over the entrance door, and when the employee served some customer we took advantage and we watched the film to the mouthfuls, because when he came expelled us for the street. We made the game of the he enters and he leaves. For my age the film had a lot of suspense, he left me a lot of fear. Because to see an invisible person to beat in other, to remove the bondages to be invisible, or when it removed the glasses and they were born him two holes.

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To Occident of the Paradise (8). Our hut, there was Close to other also of wood that served as grocery store.

CHAPTER II

LISBON

We were camped at a wood hut. For us to enter had to go up a stairway also of wood with some steps threaten to collapse her. A long time that fell in them was not long. The right pulse was with a sprain that my mother cured with water almost to boil and salt for many days. She took a bath the pulse, later it put a coin in the bone and a bondage to force him to return to her place.

Our hut, there was close to other also of wood that served as grocery store. The customers in her majority were entitled to credit, and the free times passed drink her. He saw her that the place did part of a mountain because to arrive we had to arise for a steep street.

Almost to a distance kilometre, in the beginning of the mountain it was the main street where some brick houses existed. There was also a grocery store with walls of brick that had television. To a hundred meters to the left a barber's shop that had many magazines where it started the largest of the time to read them. As they were almost all of cowboys read them quickly. To read more I managed to do friendship with the barber's son and I drained the reading… there was not anything else to read. When it rained the streets a lot were mud what hindered us walking.

My father got job in the Portuguese Aerial Transports, TAP, as employee of cleaning in the airplanes. He began to bring several things that they were used on board, especially food and cakes. The hunger finally ended for us. In television it passed the film Danger Man. To get to enter in the grocery store he had to be very sly, because the proprietor didn't want that we occupied space in vain. Of the few times that he got to see a mouthful of that espionage film, when the house returned and as there was not light, he was frightened immense with the shadows that he thought they be spies that wanted to kill me.

Our house conditions improved because my father got that will live for the housings that were very close. These were already of brick and the much better hygiene conditions. But it would not be for a long time, because the proprietor will proceed to her demolition to build buildings. However my father bought a portable radio, our first radio. It was a party. Until a shelf it was built on purpose only for him, and my mother made him a fabric covering for protecting. It was treated as a treasure of the other world.

He knew that the place where we lived had Old Prior's name. It was a place where still a lot of olive trees existed. Due to the exodus rural, a lot of people as us vineyard for the surroundings of Lisbon, and the olive trees the little and little disappeared, giving place to constructions on the whole side. We changed again of house and we went to a group of three located housings in a close summit to the brick grocery store.

The proprietor was the same of all of the close residences, and it already built near one more building them, but these would also be demolished to build one more building. The man in spite of already to be rich, it was very austere. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he ate little, he walked with poor clothes, he didn't have woman, just a maid, because as he admitted didn't want to spend money with women, and he slept at the unfinished buildings to save.

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To Occident of the Paradise (7). my uncle insisted that language Esperanto should be the universal language.

«Tramagal is a privileged earth. The involving landscape is of an extraordinary diversity and it is without a doubt a more value, that well taken advantage, he can have an enormous importance for the economic development of the Town. » In tramagal.blogspot.com/

When I approached the exit of the forest heard somebody scream for my name. He was my grandmother that certainly concerned with my absence he feared the worst. Apprehensive I answered to her call and when she approached me caught me for the ears and it almost dragged me. It removed one of the wooden shoes and it beat me well until almost to get tired. I went to lie down with the very aching tail.

In the morning, my mother and my very concerned grandmother told me for never again to go to that place, to play just to the house foot, because more for far away there in the forest was very dangerous, and that the other people were also afraid. I spoke to them about what saw in the glade, there a lot in the bottom of the forest. They looked one at the other, and they were limited to answer that it never again went to that place, because there it was lived of the demonian. No matter how much he tried to know there the following days what happened, never nobody explained to me anything, they always stayed in the silence.

We already had more something for we eat, because my grandmother began to sell lupines, and as always she never forgot of us.

For this time, my father walked for Lisbon arrange better conditions for us. After near it took us of visit to my uncle in Tramagal. He was proprietor of a barber's shop, and for the road my father said that he was a great communist, and that he was very afraid of speaking with him, because we took a risk be her arrested. I never got to know if it was militant or no, in spite of my father to say that blanket meetings with the communists in her house.

But for the dialogues that it maintained, it was noticed that tried to increase the followers of Party Portuguese Communist. Near to the barber's shop we were received by my uncles and for my cousin Belita. While my father sat down in the chair for my uncle to cut him the hair, he immediately tells him that he heard in the Radio Moscow that the communists of everyone should join to end with the man's exploration for the man. And that Salazar should leave the power because Portugal was very late. My uncle insisted that language Esperanto should be the universal language. Like this the communism would be more easily understood all over the world. He tried to offer a copy printed paper in Esperanto to my father that refused him in a playful way:

- It never again rains!

While my mother talked with my aunt, my longings were for my cousin Belita. I went up the stairways and I found it to study. The first thing that I did was to diffuse in their books and to flee. His persecution, the screams and later the nervous cry alerted my uncles. I returned him the books full of pleasure for to see to suffer.

No we were long time; we said good-bye while my father announced that we would go shortly to Lisbon. He finished with his habitual sentence:

- It never again rains!

During one more times stayed in the Crucifix, always with the hunger in our company. Until that my father finally arrived and we went to Lisbon.

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To Occident of the Paradise (6). I Thought that the pine trees spoke amongst themselves

In one afternoon I decided to venture for the forest of pine trees. I walked, I walked the more than I was able to and I didn't get to reach the end. I thought that the forest was endless. I saw white small plants with a parasol, surrounded of moss and other grey ones. I picked some that later gave to my mother. She scared me:

- You are not hit more those plants nor eat them, because some are poisonous… they call themselves mushrooms. The ones that are to eat are the whites, but even so some are poisonous. These here are good to eat bragged or cooked, but when you will be hit plus, you have to show me.

Continuing, I learned how to distinguish the ones that were good to eat, until that I gorged and I was nauseous. There were also many asparagus that bragged were delicious.

Of course the only place where could have fun was at the forest of pine trees. I decided to venture for her deeper one without stopping. I walked until feeling tired again, until hearing the wind howl in their branches, until feeling him that never before tried, and I thought that the pine trees spoke amongst themselves. They seemed human voices murmur her that there was a stranger in her breast. I began to feel fear, to want to flee fearing that it was lost in another world.

I distinguished more for there a very dark place, and I thought to hear human voices. I thought that after all was not alone. They should be hard-working that took care of the forest. I approached and I saw a small glade with very intense light. I saw a gentleman of advanced age sat down in a chair and to his circuit that they seemed to be surrounded angels of stars. Taken of great panic I began a great return rush the house. I didn't count anything to my mother nor my grandmother. On that night I slept badly, loaded of nightmares, with a lot of fear.

In the morning when waking up I decided that for the afternoon would go to the same place to see with more detail the than it would be that. I was late, it was already almost end in the afternoon, the sky threatened rain, but even so I went. Almost to the darkness to arrive it came suddenly, of the sky a great shower, and the rays that accompanied tumbled illuminated it everything to my circuit. They made the pine trees and the vegetation seem horrendous creatures that moved, as wanting to hold on to. Already soaked to the bones I saw the such glade. The same intense light stayed and the scenery also. I got to hide under the vegetation, which for besides observing without being seen, it also helped me to protect of the rain.

There it was the same surrounded senior gentleman that they seemed to be angels. All had halos to the turn of the heads, light circles hovered them, stars of very intense light arose and they went down, and when they were about to play the soil changed in people same to the ones that road in some pictures, and that they said be me angels. Suddenly everything darkened. I thought that it went for my cause. Panicky I thought that they discovered the place where was. I only had a thought, to flee. Helped by the rays of the thunderstorm that illuminated the scene once in a while, I fled very fast, the as the legs allowed me. He was already very dark due to the progress of the night.

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To Occident of the Paradise (5). Oh My God!.. Did you see the witches to the moonlight (?!)

Near the house, my father is absent quickly, and as I wanted to go in her pursuit, it paralyzed me:

- It is going you although; I will write a letter to Salazar!

The hours passed expectant, the night arrived and it insisted for the sleep. I and my mother awaited impatient that he arrived, and as it delayed went to lie down. My anxious mother was of watchtower.

I woke up with the noise. He was my father with the voice full of terror; almost that he didn't get to speak. I heard my mother admonish him of so concerned:

- Do you arrive after the midnight reason?! And are you like this so full of fear, do you seem that you saw the devil to your front!

- Oh Woman! Oh Woman!

- Good Lord!

- Oh Woman! Oh Woman! We have to leave of here… they saw me and they won't forgive me with fear that I complain about them!

- But them who?!

- The witches… I saw the witches!

- Oh My God!.. Did you see the witches to the moonlight (?!)

- Yes, as today it is full moon I saw them; same here to the foot of us, in that small desert… I think they were whole nude. They and they seem that they fornicate her… when they saw stopped me, they made me threatening gestures, and you know that I don't want anything with those things of the Devil. I think I recognized some people… our neighbour, her daughter, the husband, a lot of people were there. We have to leave of here!

- You are right; we have to leave of here, because people of the devil will end for killing us.

Still with all of the events well engravings in my memory, the other day all of the people that he saw got afraid, because my parents said that the witches were devils that lived in the Earth for they kill us, and later they drink our blood, and they survived like this. As my parents were very religious - it was everything religious person - they began to say the very concentrated third and with a lot of intensity. Then my mother called my grandmother to help in the prayers to God, so that she liberated us of that terrible witchcraft.

In a coach of oxen that my father got to arrange, we transported our scanty ones have and we steered to a close village of name Crucifix. The house was small but it served in the good. He also had a small earth space in front and almost in the centre a fig tree. There were some contiguous identical houses that they reminded an immense carriage of a convoy. They were the typical houses of the more poor and miserable.

In front there was a vast pine forest that was spaced for very beyond, and in her deeper one he was born a true forest.

The hunger continued to devastate us, so that nor some bread had to eat. My grandmother got to build a small oven and they began to leave the first corn breads, big and heavy. She brought us some, and during months they were our only feeding. Children to play were rare and I continued like this alone. Once in a while he heard my grandmother speak to my mother that it had had a great war, but I didn't make idea than that was.

Image: Tramagal. River Tejo navigable in 1942

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To Occident of the Paradise (4). It is that the things are going revolutionizing until the pressure to break out with the kettle.

- I swallow this food for you, they should be starved!

- Thank you my mother.

My mother called me to eat. The food was green collard greens cut to the pieces cooked with maize flour. I ate until not being able to more. I felt very happy for being of full belly, and for having a grandmother that didn't let to happen hunger.

My father was a travelling salesman; it travelled Portugal from one end to the other. He transported samples of rope-yard goods. He tried to obtain orders for her boss. He moved in a motorized until that he had an accident of which suffered several excoriations. As the boss didn't pay him - and then our hunger - we lived in poverty. It never received any compensation for the accident.

My father not decided more to travel… and he returned home without cash. Onlooker is to notice that these injustices still continue or until they were exacerbated. Today it continues vulgar the politics of not paying to the workers with the discreet support or not of governments that obtain very substantial gifts of the patronage and organized in brotherhoods of the evil. Governments where live to the free, covered in democratic regimes that are authentic criminals. Until the free press they get to silence. He doesn't give like this. It is that the things are going revolutionizing until the pressure to break out with the kettle. There is still a long walk to travel to the reunion of the roads of the Freedom.

My father almost arrived as a stranger for me due to their long absences. Since then where he went I accompanied him always. After counting the incident, sudden change because it passed to my mother, of which I didn't understand anything, he just wanted to be to her side. Everything the more he was not interested.

The other day I went with my father and two friends from him to the fishing of the eels in the river Tejo. We were hits many, and when we arrived the house my mother fried some and I liked. They were very tasty.

Then the hunger came again. My mother took me for a small stream more known by the small stream of the Caldeirão, where habitually she went once in a while with the accumulated clothes to wash. The way was distant and while she washed me the time started to investigate the margins of the small stream. He made some walks and in a place of deeper waters many fish, some of appreciable size swimed.

It was several minutes to observe them and it tried to pick them with the hands, but fast I discovered that they slipped easily. Then I had an idea. I caught in some stones and when the larger fish if they approximated of the surface, with a lot of force he threw them a stone… and I got to pick three. When I returned and I showed to my mother that brought, she didn't want to believe.

The other day in the morning she told me that my father before leaving ate an and the other ones two were for us. My mother admitted me that my father was surprised with my fact and that until it commented on with their friends. Full of pride my father took me to the presence of yours circulate of friendships and he told them:

- It never again rains!

To the that they corroborated:

- Yes, it never again rains!

I felt a small hero.

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To Occident of the Paradise (3). Once again I fell asleep with hunger

- Mother! Mother! I saw a big snake enter in the olive tree!

She looked at me and she lifted the hand to beat me. She sighed, she didn't say anything, and it dragged me home. But the other day the neighbour also told him that she saw a great snake in the olive tree, and my mother admitted him:

- My son had already spoken to myself about that but I thought that it was me to lie. And like him he only makes foolishness didn't give him attention.

They spoke any thing that I didn't understand. Following they came with coiled cloths, they set fire them fire and they put us inside of the hole, and they were to the wait with a hoe and a fork. The snake ended for leaving, but she didn't have time for anything because my mother's well-aimed hoe fell just so in her head and the neighbour with the fork did the rest of the work. Since then I never again approached the olive tree.

Until today I never got to understand. And I believe that also nobody notices because the Humanity since it exists - leaning to be this the subject number a - it was always the fight against the hunger. And no matter how developed are the hunger increases. Several personalities along the history gave great contributions to end with this scourge. Several communist parties of everyone appeared in her propaganda, that the hunger would end forever and us we believed and for that the we helped take it the power.

With happiness until we offered our life, because finally we would be freed forever of the poverty, and we would reign in an eternal paradise. It is the same conversation of the religions. It is for that that I always affirm that between a political party and the religion, difference doesn't exist none. Both promise us the paradise.

For that we would have to conquer the production means. Those means would be then to our disposal forever, due to the labour alliance and farmer. But the detention of the production means in the workers' hands failed, because the engineers and intellectuals were considered enemies of the working class, and without these the system collapsed entirely, a great poverty, a great hunger that continues until today occurring then.

Then with the liberalism and the neoliberalism of the economy and the globalisation, the great corporations join in only one for us to command the world and again the coming of our slavery. He seems to be always like this the Humanity's History. In the bottom we will end for depending on only one person that will end for governing everyone and the hunger will increase more and more. But I think all this is due to the division of the world in continents. Continents should not exist in the division of the world, but just one. Anyway the ideologies help to destroy the people's life.

Once again I fell asleep with hunger. I woke up due to a great thunderstorm whose intense lightning’s illuminated the interior of the house and the thunders made everything to shake.

Somebody knocks on the door with force. As it was full of fear, more I was still because in the deserted place where we lived, and with the intense rain, it could only be maybe a terror. My mother got up and she went to open the door before my terror of who would be. It could only be a monster. That relief… he was my maternal grandmother that she entered soaked:

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To Occident of the Paradise (2). With my infantile five years my mother ordered to buy me matches

Chapter I

To shine

Tramagal, Portugal, 1954.

When in children, we lived in a world of fairies, dwarfs, in the magic of another dimension. For the coexistence with these actos, the adults are always close of us because they believe that we don't have the notion of what do. And when them she move away the tragedies of our irrationality that were able to easily appear be avoided.

With my infantile five years my mother ordered to buy me matches in the close grocery store. In the return, and already close of my house there was a hedge with considerable vegetation volume dries that delimited a farmer's of vast lands property. He gave me to diffuse in the matches and to set fire to the vegetation to see how it was, but with the care of turning off the fires as soon as earned a living. I caught him fire for two or three times and I got to turn off the fires. Then I tried to see him more time to burn. The fires ballasted, I tried to turn off them, but suddenly vein stronger wind and the kingdom of the fires was revealed with great intensity.

The fire lost control. I fled with high panic and I came before my mother with angel's air. To shake of fear I gave him the matches. But already if it felt the smell very well the burned. My mother looked at me suspicious at the same time that she observed the matchbox where easily it was noticed that she had been used. Quickly she understood. However the fires approached our house, and some people with buckets of water and other occasion equipments were afflicted, they struggled against the fire.

With a lot of work they got finally to extinguish the fires. Never nobody got to know the reason of the mystery of the fire, because my mother kept silent. I feared that she would kill me of blow but not. It was limited to look for me during a time that I never again thought to end, and I noticed that she was very concerned, maybe to think that yours first son didn't beat well of the head.

In a considerable area of next to land our house, my mother cultivated green bean. I helped him in the watering maintaining the channels of the water always clean, free from obstacles so that when it spilled water, she circulated freely and it fed, the arrived the whole planting. And the green plantation of beans grew, he grew very fast. As there was not anybody to play with me, it passed great part of the time in which was already a small forest full of green gnomes for me. Until that I had an idea.

I decided to pull all of the green beans and to hide them. Not without before to undo them in small mouthfuls. For that I opened some holes in the earth and in her I buried everything. He would do like this with that my mother discovered that mystery would be that. As it is that the green beans had missing person mysteriously. My mother surprised me because very fast she unmasked the cabal. Without at least to investigate was me what went, it went to look for a slipper barbarously of those of wood and she beat me. He was not the neighbour to help me; I think my body would be well kneaded. And she insisted, warranty:

- I kill him! I kill him! We were without food. That cursed son destroyed everything, including the part that it was also to sell.

For the yes for the no, my only neighbour found for well to take me to her house and for there to be until that my mother if she resigned, if she tranquilized.

The following day my mother rescued me and she took me for his shelter. The state of siege had finished and almost everything returned to the normality. Some days later it proceeded calm in the safety of one of my mother's hands, when I saw a big snake enter in the hole of a great, old and meditative olive tree that lived to scarce meters front to the door of our house.

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To Occident of the Paradise (1). Introduction

To my parents

that finally meditate

the magnificent eternal landscape

after they resist

to the storms of the life.

The Patrícia Martinelli

that it amazes me

with his candy, tender

and eternal friendship

Introduction

I am in that jungle of the world of the work trying to survive.

It is not easy to be super creative, intelligent, efficient, innovative… the whole time!!! That aversion... is they mystifying the paper of the work? Do we have to be super?

Good, sometimes leaning in only to plow a stonemason of words and to see them thereabout sprout in verses...

(Patrícia Martinelli)

I believe that the Patrícia Martinelli mirrors our actual existence very well so immobilized, so tied of our jungle of the work and in more in everything that surrounds us. After all past so many centuries, so many millenniums and we just got an extraordinary victory… we be unhappy. We produced unhappiness to rakes, at random.

I remember very well when in my youth subdued by the superstition and slavery of the religion, where urged by all of the pores had to be obedient to God and the great gentlemen and very especially to fear them.

Later when I began to learn, to discover the Road, I saw that he walked in an infected kingdom of hypocrisy. I believe that the Church when imposing us her saint ignorance is the origin of all of the evils that enslave this world and the other. That religion destroys us, he triturates us the souls, and it puts us prematurely in the rites funereal of the corpses.

We continued without direction and in the same rules of the great international and religious corporations. In a society unhealthy because stubborn in the imposition of the return to the global dictatorship, of the government electronic world, soldierly. Controlled to the tiny detail by robots in an electronic Age Medium. We walked to safe and fast steps for the great planetary prison where they already incrust the first railings.

The events that she proceed base on the existence with a friend that accompanied me were still children and after the final encounter almost forty passed years. After his death I remembered to narrate her life. I believe that it was very simple, humble and human, of those people that difficultly found. In the bottom it is just taken care of a Man. A stranger that probably nobody will remember. One more… in the fight for the survival in the jungle of the human mediocrity. I think we still didn't learn enough to win the jungle of the life, or the life in the jungle.

While human beings exist to die her of hunger in this world, difficultly I will believe in the democracy. I fear that is one more illusion. While there is hunger in the world, or deaths for medical aid lack, because they don't have money, I believe that the democracy, or said best, the democracies navigate very far away from the reality.

Feel a lever and I will dominate the adventurers and speculators.

In the bottom all sought, we be just free and we struggle for better life conditions.

This is the history of one more human being that died because he didn't have anything to eat… they prohibited him the spiritual food.

While we don't end once and for all with the dictatorships that obstinately challenge us, they oppress us, we will never be happy.

To write with simplicity is as difficult as to be kind.

William Somerset Maugham

G.G.

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The Epic Poem of the Darkness (END). The Patrícia Martinelli

And we finished ourselves without essence, without germinating of the tombstones shot abandoned of the time. Then met again in the dark caves and excuses, without the illumination of the high inoffensive voltage of the sublime love.

This present human history is the Calvary, the purgatory, the martyrdom of the love without the divine proportion of the unbalanced zebras among loving and without living. We are condemned to the birth to love, but they refuse us, they insist in they hate us. It is not to be, it is to have somebody in the Government on whom trusts. Nothing doesn't exist of divine in that to believe. We have to apprehend to say not, to this jack-of-all-trades of love cloned in vain. Let us avoid that these salespersons resell the ardour of the passion. We cannot summarize this contention in the gestures predict of their vestals to already continental.

The plants wave because they love the wind. If he lacked them the hate he would rejuvenate of green become yellow.

The wings of the incentive relating to experience are the unknown genetic code that makes to fly us, to perfume, the aroma to love. And who this to dare to prohibit, it will also be prohibited.

The sensor of the love when activates are disordered. In the future they will be blocked because they will put in danger the sensitive instruments of the interplanetary ships. And it will be imagined, recreated a distant loving planet for eternal lovers. It is that the circuits of the love challenge the laws and the physical speed. No there is, machine that gages her invisible intensity will never exist. However, him, the love, makes an effort and he has more than forces, perpetuity to travel for the infinite of the Universe.

Leave that the thirsty ones drink of her pure water, so that the human impurity in the pollution of the waters doesn't cause pandemics, and happen her extinction. Just a minute of loving immensity is worth millions of years planetariums. For something to struggle if we are arrested always in the tentacles of their quicksand’s, caressing, of that eternal feeling. Everything extinguishes and it seems in vain, the love no! The love has a lot of legs but four are always presents: two feminine and two masculine. The goddess mother's uterus awaits his guest and the lovers' feet move the scale Richter.

He promises because that will love the love and that you will never get tired of his temptation. The difference that exists between the rich and the poor is that the poor is rich of love. And the rich lives in spiritual poverty in search of the love. The fullness will come when they sound the heart clang of a bell, rhythmic of the biochemical clock of our heart. There won't be storm to dominate us, that it separates us, because we are chained, faint in that without sense, lost in the other senses.

That the martyrs of the love are sanctified, and that next times a planetary psalm is sung in the cosmology. And of the unhappy suicides just because they loved… statues of kisses will be built with stellar light to the space travellers with the registration:

To the UNHAPPY OF THE TERRESTRIAL LOVE THAT JUST LOVED

THE END

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The Epic Poem of the Darkness (118). The problem of the hunger is already resolved, they will eliminate us and they won't have more expenses to suppor

The lost love is as the hunger. When we got food

we satiated him. And we believed that he is close, that it returned

The food flies without return, the wings of the love also

When of the hunger to free me, I promise to love

the love

There I acquired the certainty, I am entitled of rioting

Because they doesn't let to feed. Almost stocking century

badly driven

For the forbidden traffic of the sharks where one cannot love

Nor the wheat lets to sow us. The fields are cultivated

weapons in them will plant. The problem of the hunger is already resolved

they will eliminate us and they won't have more expenses to support us

They have a long time for us to shoot, for us to kill us

Nor one second for us to love

Great part of the time of our life is worn-out in elections

And we suffered with these disillusions

Because no there is a political party of the love

If I criticize the Church, I am excommunicated, heretical nested

If I swear Islam, he waits for me Jihad, the popular rebellion, the scimitar

If I dare to oppose myself to the communism, they send me for a gulag

If I struggle against the capitalism, they arrest me because I pursue the Marxism

If I demand the part of the income of the petroleum that belongs arrest me to me

or they murder me for incitement to the violence

If I make a manifestation against the corruption, they pay me with six months of prison

If I denounce the western democracies that distribute the billions of dollars with their friends oil companies, they eliminate me, they accuse me of nationalist

If I demand job and bread, they give me the sarcasm of the hunger

If I am not militant of the government's party, they beat me

A lot of hunger and poverty a lot of liberation fronts had appear at the enclaves only one God there is been because religious wars exist?!

Shooting is had after the elections, it is because the party that governs is the best, irreplaceable, extraordinary

If the petroleum is always first, the hunger is always in the last place

If I use myself in the prostitution, the only job that there is and where the competition is so high, disloyal, that he forces at very low prices... they arrest me because I am debauched, without character

If the illuminated, orthodox, peculiar… churches insist, they burn us with the sun of the theocracies. They are these, the subservience of the democracies

If I don't have light and water, an any herald tranquilizes me: the revolution still didn't finish"

He does a settler enters other

If I am not entitled, I lost the existence, my deceased independence, I am not human being! I got lost!

Where is my freedom?!

In the next liberation movement!

I went shopping in the close city

I didn't have success. The women fled very concerned,

I asked them: do they flee reason?!

We were "very well, suddenly we felt whippings in the backs"

Who do know was?

It is "an alligator, a spirit. Everyone is to flee with fear

Nobody gets to escape him"

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