To Occident of the Paradise (66). Extremist Whites wanted to create an army for us to liquidate the blacks.

The days happened her and our involvement was deepened. But, no matter how much we want exists always an except. When he talked with Marta, Aurélio arrived, it interrupted our dreams and she there went… near him. More time passed with him than with me. I started to question me inwardly, and to doubt of Marta's love. Will it be that they would continue like this after we marry ourselves? And when were the alone ones at the room did the something? The doubts assaulted me in such a way that I felt my nervous system return to the syndrome of the war.

The April 25 arrives. The first reactions are of discouragement and doubt. The Portuguese see her threatened future. The military ones in their speeches in relation to the colonies are evasive. The suspicions increase when he enters the military ones appears several that they divulge the communist ideology. In Angola they are born several tendencies of Portuguese, that by all possible means try to maintain the connection to this country. In a disorganized way, without notion of what is political, in the great majority uncultured, they see her the tree of the ancient Portuguese coins to flee them. Intolerant and fundamentalists, try by all possible means to maintain their favourable positions. But it is already late, too late.

Everything this for me was perfectly normal. He knew beforehand that it would happen, for that I was not surprised nor I felt unaware. Extremist whites wanted to create an army for us to liquidate the blacks. Others tried to form political parties to the last of the hour. Other they still defended an Angola multiracial where black, white and half-bloods would perfectly cohabit, because the greatness of the country arrived and it remained for all. But the truth was this: All ended for choosing one of the three movements. The most average observations were: FNLA was movement tribalism, they were all of the North, and the few whites that adhered him were her considered objectives to abate. UNITA was the movement of the whites. MPLA belonged to the half-bloods and of some communist whites. Before this how to reconcile the irreconcilable?! Was the chaos, and did this arrive with speed. The statement was based in: "No I accept to be ordered for black. With blacks to order nor to think."
The plans of general stampede begin to be drawn.

Marta shows me catalogues of homes and of furniture’s. She appears for one:
- This American furniture style is very beautiful.
I agreed entirely with their preferences. I emphasized him that it liked her a lot. Apprehensive, I whispered him that he preferred to count with the money that I won, to avoid dependence problems in the future. She hugged me, she kissed me very slowly and I felt her hot sex leaned mine. After all since it is a house and functional furniture what more is necessary? They were the final preparations for our marriage. But surprisingly the time passed with me continued to be a little in comparison with dedicated it to Aurélio.

It was one Friday. Very displeased and with immense unpleasant thoughts, if her fidelity was real or no, because the doubts that assaulted needed me of they be expelled. But if actually we were already husband and woman, because reasons passed most of the time with Aurélio? So together, so leaned, with such loving laughter’s and me lonely to observe them.

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To Occident of the Paradise (65). I had to become used to the comments of the style: The communists" "arrived.

In the reality my sympathies went to MPLA. A weight argument in favour oft was the connections that it maintained with Amílcar Cabral - which considered a man of genius because it was not easy a man to get to gather so many tribes - Eduardo Mondlane and other independents. The fear was the connections to Moscow. But it considered that they were just strategic aspects, and that Agostinho Neto would know how to maintain a non dependence. The treasurer later introduced me some sympathetic of MPLA. And through these I met others. We became a true cell. I had to become used to the comments of the style: The communists" "arrived.

Home they admitted me that Marta felt very happy. Of facto her smile was constant, contagious. Their eyes shone with the luminous intensity of the love that only the women have.

No longer it was secret for anybody that we would unite our hearts in the registry office. In the church it was not possible because she was divorced. At night, in the terrace, we tried the pleasures of our passion. With one of the hands, it went up him sweetly for the legs, it moved away her bikini, and he caressed him slowly the clitoris, while with the another it freed the small breasts of the bra. He caressed a nipple, the other put it in the lips as a newly born. Once in a while celebrate-millstones a deep kiss with our coiled languages. She united the thighs, she scrubbed them, she made an effort them in my hand. The frenzied rhythm arose and it dared, she declared, she whispered:

- Oh my love is all wet… I am not able to more… you confront me.

- We are going to the room.

- You are crazy… nor think about that. They will pick us, you already saw the scandal! This house is not ours, we have to respect. He waits even have ours.

- Wanted… we will do more.

- No… it already arrives. I am afraid, there somebody can come. The grandfather always be awake, if he is hit is going us soon to count.

- Nothing doesn't come... it lets to suck me the breasts.

- It is quiet, be not annoying… or else I leave.

- Where? Will you speak to Aurélio?!

- The something!? But… is my cousin. You know a lot albeit I like him a lot. But just to talk...

-… Raisins more time with him than with me.

- After all you are like this so jealous? He didn't know about that... he looks, for you see that you are wandered already ordered our car, it belongs same to it to Aurélio, a Ford Capri. What is that you find?!

And we finished in a long kiss that meant my agreement.

Luanda, Day of Africa

To commemorate this wonderful day, our immortal Politburo it cut us the electric power from 09.01 to 10.05. In the water we continued excluded of the conducts, in the same, that is, every time worse. What was the precious liquid, it is now in another hideous liberation fight very drought. Daily we sacrificed ourselves for us to get water in a country that has the largest world indexes of economical and social development.

We took knowledge of more several cases of corruption and real estate speculation.

Our dear Politburo held in the almost fifty years of power, it assures us that there for 2013, 2020… everything will be calmed. The vanities of the illiterate habit. With water, electric power, jobs for all, guaranteed the alimentary safety… even with production excess, to export or to lie down for the garbage? We don't know, and I doubt that somebody knows. Finally, that it will be the end of the poverty.

In one more action maybe prodigal of insanity, it is not the best height because the poverty is policed in the fields of words sowed, but there, far away from the cabinets never cultivates. Because, the famous market Roque Santeiro with her extinction will create more thousands of having moved, outdoors stored.

Do look; don't they see more thousands of deportees on the way to Auschwitz?!

On this day of the poverty of Africa, the real estate speculators celebrate her because they created more thousands of hungry persons. More brutal social instability is added. The real estate speculators and their partners won't also be immune to the wave of assaults, including the loss of lives.

Angola is for leadership, barracks strong of the real estate speculation in Africa.

The only thing that the Politburo not in the mind and it always accomplishes so faithfully, so wisely, it is the ordinances of the constitutional poverty.

And to us it lacks us everything but to them it doesn't lack them anything.

The right bet is the investment in the increment of the illiteracy for the guardians' joy and assistant’s real estate speculators.

This day should change for: Day of the Extreme Poverty of Africa.

And however we are together but without future.

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Newspaper of Angola

Official organ of the Politburo, of the New Constitution, of the glorious Marxism-Leninism, of the upstarts, of the part house-cottages and of the intolerance zero.

May 21, 2010

Growth strategy seeks to combat asymmetries

Streets of the Namibe without abandoned

Cabinda. Mawete Baptista reaffirms pledge in the well-being of the populations.

Several he needs her. Brazilian for boutique manager

May 09, 2010

Lecture about public honesty. MPLA wants unions with more active paper.

Real estate they offer new tendencies

Several he needs her. Director General Brazilian preference

Hundreds of families in Uíge are leaning. Damaged population receives foils and alimentary goods.

May 07, 2010

Angola makes progresses in the alimentary safety

Diversification of the economy is agrees in the agriculture

Alimentary safety needs urgent attention

Earth cultivated in Angola is still tiny

Director-general of FAO it praises efforts of the Executive in the agricultural domain

The Africans are condemned to adopt politics that guarantee the alimentary safety in Africa.

The public honesty doesn't appear to sanction the public managers, but to standardize and to infuse in the mind of each one that that is the sense of the duty. Marcy Lopes, jurist.

Angola has one of the larger growth levels now, not only of Africa, but at world level. Jacques Diouf, director-general of Fund of the United Nations for the feeding and Agriculture.

Viana shopping centre the pleasure to live

Excess of provoked abortions worries sanitary authorities

Lunda-North. Created the conditions to the fair of the book

Angola Young. Incomes of candidates to the insufficient houses to pay monthly tax.

May 01, 2010

Crops are exciting in Huíla

Several he got lost Chinese passport on behalf of Sichao Cher, Bingoiang Lin and Hangiou Son

For the workers' safety it UNTA wants services of health in all of the companies of the country.

In the whole country. Detected dozens of infractions economic

Cases of tuberculosis worry sanatorium

In Jornal de Angola

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To Occident of the Paradise (64). My gentlemen... who writes things of these it is crazy?!

After reading he cried out:

- Wow! He didn't know that he had a poetic vein... he waits there.

He went for the cabinet of the administration where the bosses celebrated her birthday. Moments later it appeared to the door and he called me. Embarrassed, there I went and I entered. Figueira asked them for permission to read my poem. In the end it explained:

- My gentlemen... who write things of these it are crazy?! Or are we probably that we are it?! Do I Think it arrived the hour for we congratulate ourselves that we have a great staff here among us. We committed a great injustice. I am convinced that from now on no longer we will have any crazy one among us! Thank you very much!

To leave of that day the treatment that they released it changed me radically. They looked at me with great admiration. And the Figueira once in a while blinked my eye. He ended affirming.

- We gave them a great lesson; they will never again enter with itself.

In the end-of-week, with the treasurer, an aged, dispute chess departures in her house. I always lost. He rarely got a tie. The treasurer stuttered during one seconds, he got to wake up the attention. I think he wanted to dialogue, he spoke a lot and he didn't get tired.

- I will tell him a secret... but he doesn't say anybody. Does he know that I am writer's Bobela Mota cousin?!

- No, he didn't know.

- All of the family are of MPLA… and we struggled for the independence.

I answered very cautious because of her fame of speech-cheap:

- I think the independence should already have happened.

- Because with certainty... I am of Porto Alexandre and the way as there treats the blacks - I saw with my own eyes - it is abominable. They are entitled of if they riot, of they be independent. Did he know that Agostinho Neto is the second writer more translated, after Luís Camões, in Portuguese language? And that it is an outstanding intelligence?

- Yes, I know very well!

- Because it is, few know about that. And is that very bad... did he already read the Sacred Hope?

- I Read… and I consider him a good poet. But the intellectuals that I know say that he is a good poet, but a political bad.

- He lets to speak to them because they don't know what say. It will be much better than MPLA drives the destinies of Angola. Know that many of MPLA already met at my house. Good, we were for here. Don't say anybody, and especially to you Mr. Figueira, because he is of UNITA. Or else we are going all arrested, there are spies on the whole side.

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To Occident of the Paradise (63). Once in a while she looked at me sideways, she opened the legs and it showed me the bikini.

Mentally I sang the music, Scarborough Fair of Simon & Garfunkel that revived in the sad days, lost and never recovered in Quixico.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather

(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

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When somebody asked him on certain document, he searched her secretary - that was enormous - and it was long to find it, because they were mountains of papers on the whole side. Then to have the fame of big disorganized.

One day, while he was absent for two days, I remembered the idea of putting all of the documents in folders, organized for themes and in alphabetical order. The secretary was completely empty. When he returned was shocked:

- Wow! But, and now as it is that will work?!

- Mr Figueira says the subject and quickly we found the document in the folders.

- With this it didn't count, I never saw a thing of these… my congratulations.

However, they admitted a youth friend for the mechanographical services. Beautiful and with a brutal mini-skirt, she felt turns to the head, because it occupied a secretary even ahead of my eyes. Once in a while she looked at me sideways, she opened the legs and it showed me the bikini. This started to be my daily torment.

He was not still completely adapted to the civilian life. He continued to lose the calm, and of growing weak for any thing. Until that I noticed that all of the friends believed that it was crazy. The depreciative comments were constant. Until some friends when he approached they laughed her. Mr. Figueira felt with sadness that I was marginalized. The administrator also agreed that there was a nut in the services. No longer it felt comfortable, he didn't know more than to do.

Mr. Figueira did years, and they organized him a small homage party. As he didn't have money to buy him a gift, I decided to compose a poem and that I presented him:

He always exists one day

his day

As well as they exist years

and also silences

Maybe that the thick fog of the infinite

of the time he vanishes

And the time remembers itself

He always exists one day

To Occident of the Paradise (62). Spínola throws her book, Portugal and the Future.

It can be said that my month of vacations finished, I think I learned a lot of thing. It is as always happens in our life, we ended for we move ourselves to and fro. I returned to Lisbon.

My father was radiant. Marta's father wrote him to promise that he would weekly send products of the earth. There were some late letters of Marta the one that answered. Until that one arrived in that she said that their parents were content with me, and for me to go near her. I never supposed that it would return to Angola.

Spínola throws her book, Portugal and the Future. The atmosphere is very agitated. At any moment something is awaited. I am going to Frederico's coffee to know my friends' news. I only see new faces. I recognize an or other with whom had little coexistence. Even so I said goodbye to them, leaving a message for Quitério and Mota, that it went to Angola to contribute for her independence. As everything in the life has a beginning and an end, the empires also.

CHAPTER V

THE CONTINUATION OF THE WAR

Luanda, Angola, January 1974

Marta had much knowledge. She arranged me a job in the Industrial Alliance in the wireless sets assembly. My work was the alignment of the frequencies. He always made the same thing, and it felt that it was not great future. I passed for the installation of sound equipments in automobiles, while Marta calmed down that he was for me not to be stopped, that later would arrange better thing.

I went to the administrative services of Guérin that it represented the mark of automobiles Volkswagen, as third bookkeeper. Mr. Figueira was the manager, and it made responsible me for the emission and I control of the invoices. Fast I noticed the need to study accounting intensely. The money that won was not still enough to buy books. But with effort there went escaping. The Figueira had theological formation, and due to that his name was published in the Official Bulletin. But it was moved away of the church because he made a son. As I developed quickly promoted me the second bookkeeper. He had under mine control the file customers to credit that increased everyday. He already passed of the thousand. The imported automobiles of Germany before they arrive were sold already, because they were of good mark. The workshop to let to leave a car had to contact me, to know the customer he had credit. He answered without consulting the file. Figueira, suspicious, he asked me as it is that I had the pretension of knowing everything of memory. In silence it removed the records and shows it. And him:

- Hey Shovel! Yes gentleman! I already saw that he has good memory!

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Sorcery in Uíge, North of Angola

In a close town of the capital of Uíge, the population, about two thousand souls, abandoned her and she took refuge in the capital leaving the town deserts. Reason: intense sorcery.

In Rádio Despertar

To Occident of the Paradise (61). Marta's father diffused in the hunting gun and it smelled mountain above to the hunt.

The correspondence with Marta was intense. He blossomed, it was noticed the symptomatology of the promises to the love. The courtship moved forward, about the sun that when he is born irradiates her festival beauty. She insisted me to pass some vacations with their parents in Vila Nova of Tazém, in the Beira Alta, because she already had agreement with them. She wanted that they knew me, and she hoped they also liked me.

I went of convoy. When I arrived Marta's father awaited me. He did very cold. We went in an automobile of open box that belonged him. To the we arrive showed me the room in that it would be installed. A room spacious, very airy, with many blankets in the bed. In the living room there was a lit fireplace and it went for there that I went. Marta's mother served me a vegetable soup, guaranteeing me that she did well, and he was great for the cold.

The blankets didn't arrive for the cold of the nights.

In the morning I was greeted with a surprise. Marta's father diffused in the hunting gun and it smelled mountain above to the hunt. When he saw me, it showed me with satisfaction two rabbits that they would be prepared in a little while and repasts. It was with sorrow that I apologized him, admitting him that he didn't like to eat rabbit, chicken or birds. It was excused with some sadness and admiration, because he ignored such discomfort. I relived the situation of the troop, and there the French fries came with steak.

The lands were immense. To the speed of fence forty kilometres at the hour of automobile, we travelled during more than half hour the main road that it delimited them. There was a lot of thing. Fields of olive trees, grapevines, fruits, potatoes, etc. It was a true empire that would inherit with Marta.

I participated in the campaign of the olive. Awnings extended in the ground. We pierced in the foliages of the olive trees and the olive fell. The one that was shown more stubborn, inaccessible, it was for later with stairways, and the most hidden branches they were hackle flax. There was a lot of olive, that later got ready for feeding and for the production of a lot of olive oil. It was noticed easily that the farmer was content. He rejoiced for the year of good crop. And of the grapevines the good water-foot that could not lack would come. Of the pigs they left tempting tenderloins to roast, and of the smoked ham a delicacy.

Marta's father informed me that he sent for my parent’s potatoes and other products, what thanked effusively, naming me as member, that I was already part of the family. It picks her of the olive had finished. The very cold still continued. I was satisfied, I observed and I lived enough with these people honest, simple and workers. They got up to the sunset and, it can be said, they almost lied down when he said good-bye until tomorrow. They seemed that they were at an island, where practically the contacts with the exterior didn't exist. When it tried to begin a dialogue on the politics salazarista, that evidenced the ostracism the one that were voted for, just smile, being excused that they didn't understand anything of that. They just wanted to live her simple life, and to pass the rest of her old age with the earnings obtained in the area of Dembos, in Angola.

To Occident of the Paradise (60). I Began to be with fear of sleeping.

In the first two weeks he always woke up with the same nightmare. That some enemies hit the ceiling to the second floor. That they were already to open the blind, and they came armed with daggers for us to kill me. It woke up in high shouting and later it was very tired. Sometimes the head was to whistle, and he thought that will go mad. But he got to calm down. I began to be with fear of sleeping. The doctor prescribed me sedatives that I took during one days and he got like this already to sleep calm.

He had to arrange job. I answered the an announcement in the Diário de Notícias, that they intended salespersons. It was fundamental condition to know English. I went to the interview; I filled out a questionnaire where the demanded minimum qualifications were the seventh year. I wrote that he had such qualifications, that my English was reasonable, and that in the military life my position was second lieutenant. Of course was lie. They gave an English recycling that was not me difficult. They didn't distrust anything. They integrated me in an it equips of three elements. The company was entitled International Tematron. He sold small computers for children. In the viewfinder the little one leaned a electronic pencil and he answered if it was for instance an A. If wrong, he appeared in the WRONG viewfinder or CERTAIN if it was the right letter. He also worked with numbers.

The displeased was the expiration that consisted of the commissions of the sales. The contacts with the customers they occurred at noon, or to the dinnertime. They were the ideal hours when the family habitually met. And the children liked the toy; they made pressure on the parents for us to buy it. The contacts they were selected of the directory. The preference, clear, it went to engineers, doctors, lawyers and similar. Because the price of the toy was not swims cheaply. As he didn't have own transport, me and other friends walked long bus distances or to foot. After several days I didn't get to sell anything. The fatigue already restrained. He left house in the morning, and he ate a sandwich in any side. With hunger my fight continued. The money began to make scarce and desperate I gave up.

My brother, to follow me from birth in the order had the terrible habit of hearing music with the very high sound in her record player. He had already spoken to him to lower the sound, but it didn't pay any attention. My nervous system began to affect. I heard my father's voice to complain, that it had been of service at night and that he needed to sleep. My brother faked that he didn't hear. Then, I thought that during my absence the home surrendered in the anarchy. He told him to lower the sound. Unlike what he waited… it elevated him. I saw with surprise my brother in fight position. High and strong, he trained karate. He knew that he had already played some beatings. But I was not frightened with that. I diffused in the record player, I threw him to the ground and he broke in pieces. He came in my directly to attack me, I dodged and I gave him two punches in the face. He was to cry. First my mother, later my father, they assisted thinking that I will kill it. My father reprehended me with hardness. Then I was admired with my violence. With determination my house was not local healthy. Did he already think about leaving although, but where?!

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And does the cannibalism arrive at the country?

The rumour settled in Luanda but, as he says the old popular proverb there is "no tobacco without fire."

In Weekly publication in Luanda, Angola, AGORA

After the accusation of a case that will have happened in Huambo, last year, in that the victim, a presumably sorcerer was beaten and after dead it was extracted the internal organs for their executioners that will have consumed them, in the capital of the country he is also commented on already on the practice of cannibalism, a phenomenon until then considered to the margin of the Angolan society.

Though, TPA, (Public Television of Angola) as well as TV Zimbo that, supposedly they will have transmitted the news, they denied the facto categorically. A responsible of the area of production of the Tv Zimbo said that he "also heard for high". In public television a journalist of the department of information showed in these terms: I "accompany the program Echoes & Factos and I assure that we didn't emit any news of this nature, excepting the one that we published in the year passed in that some individuals of Londuimbali (Huambo) they will have confirmed the consumption of the deceased's viscera’s.

This, however, it is a case that is to run their procedures in the organs of Justice in the Central Plateau, according to the same source. However, it hovers the rumour that a lady will have given bill of the disappearance of the husband in the km 30, in Viana, that would come to find later already skinned in a type of cut without their internal organs. The wife would come to recognize the husband just for the dispersed clothes in the environs.

The suspicions of the disappearance of bodies altered in you still sleep them of the unit’s hospitals he condense more the curiosity on the supposed practice of cannibalism in Luanda. He has been having cases of bodies that are complained in you sleep them that later end for being taken for ignored. Leaning that this is a situation that has to be investigated by the police", it denounced an employee of the hospital Josina Machel, (in Luanda) while, the general secretary of the Federations of the Consumers, Mr. Domingos of Conceição said to ignore this subject, promising to investigate the case that considered "extremely serious."

The management of the National Institute of Defence of the Consumer (Inadec) he also ignores the phenomenon, but an employee promised to the AGORA, that the manager of Inadec, Mrs. Elsa Bárber will just be able to be pronounced next Monday. We don't "have occurrences of this nature. However, for more details it will be better to hear the manager that can pronounce on her deteriorated products found at several grocery stores and not only", she advised the worker of the institution, sustaining that the only known cases are of the sale of cat meat and of dog discovered at the markets.

In agreement with the sources, the commercialization and the consumption of these domestic animals they will be to be encouraged by foreigners, mainly Chinese for which this will be one of their favourite menus. For this reason she advises the population to acquire perishable directly in the cuts and in commercial establishments properly authorized. National Management of Criminal Investigation sustains for her shift that, having evidences, this organ should enter in scene for the due explanation to the population.

"Having individuals to consume human meat with certainty Dnic (National Management of Criminal Investigation), it won't fall asleep before such atrocity", it concluded an official of this organ of Department of the Interior. According to near noises to this weekly publication, meat salespersons will have advised to street buyers pass to be larger careful with the type of meats that they acquire.

Luanda, Angola. We will do like this, a type of intolerance zero Chinese

Say there not to be tobacco without fire, but to be true this tobacco, then we will be even to walk for the fear of the fire and the burns, they can be of the third degree.

FOLHA 8

As it consists of the corridors of the administration Of Mr. Santos, in the measure in that we are to frequent a lot of people from China, we are going but it is to do like them, and at this time it will already be to prepare through the protection ministry, if not being known under proposal of a militant flatterer or of the minister and or of the secretary of State, a law seeking to limit the access to the Internet, to example of what happened in China.

Like this several operators could be obstructed of entering in the electronic mail of the Angolan internet users, for our general frustration, before the "effect yellow", better, Chinese with Google and Hotmail.

It will be the splendour of the dictatorship if the cabinet of Mr. Santos like this to act, but it will certainly be able to sharpen a wide reply movement, with capacity to recruit "soldiers" in other armies of unhappy. There we are going all to wait to see…

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Five years later

In spite of your absence, the forests and the fields still stay; they still remember your presence.

Unforgettable, one of your concerns: if you walk with the good ones, you will be good, if you walk with the bad, you will be bad.

To the we abandon the material world of the illusions, of the absurdities; the only gentler memory is the ethereal.

And the brooks and the forests conserve you in the thick fog of the humidity of all of the mornings.

For you, to live is not to perish. To live is to continue always alive in the eternal. My heart and my mind resuscitate you.

We died and the deads resurrect. The world of the deads lives, and ours dies.

He already has a lot that the world of the alive ones is a gigantic cemetery.

He rests in my spirit.

To Occident of the Paradise (59). Also happen when he heard a sound similar to cocking of a weapon.

- No... I like to be like this... I like a lot of meditating.

- But it cannot be like this. A person has to amuse. I think you are very sad. But in spite of that taste of itself… because it is very calm.

I was in the defensive and I remembered that the Grandfather had told me that she was divorced. I probed her:

- Is it divorced?

- Was the Grandfather already to speak of me, it is not?! Yes… am I divorced. I was few married months. He passed the life in the nightclubs with women and he appeared in the morning. I saw that it was impossible and I forced him to the divorce.

- I lament a lot…

-… I don't care of marrying again with somebody that respects me, even if is poor. Money I don't need. I am only daughter and my parents are already old. I have a candidate that lives near here, but I don't like anything him. Good… we will have dinner am with hunger!

Due to the intensity of the heat I went to sleep at the terrace. He was in a nightmare, two shadows approached me. I got up very fast, and he already rushed for the one that they seemed be two enemies, that they wanted to kill me. They were Marta and the aunt that got scared a lot with such reception. The syndrome of the panic took care of me. Also happen when he heard a sound similar to cocking of a weapon. Or when he woke up once in a while in high screams, what scared the people. It would be like this for the rest of the life.

It was in the last snack with the Grandfather. The other day it would be the going aboard that would take me of return the home. The Grandfather told in confidence me that he had heard conversations of Marta, in that she said to like a lot of me. For me to take advantage, because difficultly he would arrange a woman like this. I whispered him that she and Aurélio passed a lot of time together. The Grandfather tranquilized me, that they were cousins, and that that relationship was just of friendship. For me to avoid of thinking like this, because there was not anything of badly.

I said goodbye to all and intentionally I kept for the end the farewells to Marta. She asked me to write him and She admitted me that it would also correspond.

Finally the airplane arrived in Lisbon. The passport of readiness was given me in RAL1, Regiment of Light Artillery 1, the few house kilometres. My father awaited me. I didn't say goodbye to anybody. I arrived the home. He would take advantage to rest and to repair ideas. The odyssey of CCAV 3418, Company of Cavalry 3418 in Angola had finished.

Our hearts melted

It has been two years that I don't see you. But I know where you are. I lost your affections forever. But you navigate in the sea of my spirit.

While you rest eternally, I am always to your side, your companion also always eternal.

The death is the eternal separation. He gets lost living material, but the spiritual is won. It is just a state change, of dimension.

«My force is in the solitude. I am not afraid nor of rains convenient nor of great free windstorms, because I am also the darkness of the night.»

Clarice Lispector