After
the leaves fallen, very dry, without the green life, two children, one of three
and another of six years, the oldest picks a big leaf, already with the color
of the death and alert for her companion: He "looks, this very big leaf is
very pregnant!”
And
other child of thirteen months near-if-them and it catches in a leaf, but they
don't consent him, they force and the leaf comes undone and the baby screams
with all her lung potency, demanding their rights of also to play, but they don't
want to know, they move away her of his conviviality and the baby helps of her
strategic weapon again, throwing more potent screams, as a dragon of those that
it doesn't expel fire, but screams.
And
the attackers' such sticky streets, which of us will say that it was never
assaulted? And we walked restless because we don't know if today it will be
again our time. We walked heavy in the direction of the heartless ones,
ambushed in the motorcycle-fast ones, assaulted, frustrated. The streets no
longer they are ours, they are of the unemployed youths' tides. And he is born
a subject: that it interests fight ourselves for we get some social nobility,
if at any moment we took the risk of the assault in our residences, that in the
ribbon the life for something of value that we transported. The streets are the
graves of our dissatisfaction. If we don't give the last ones convenient for us
to remove of the streets the youths' scourge without future, difficultly we
will survive, because this tide never low, it is always flood, and it overflows
a lot, unstoppable. The country and our lives are in danger.
And
the mosquitoes that assault us with their braces, hole us the skin and they
leave us at the mercy of the malaria that is very dangerous, and for that
reason it confronts us in the fight between the life and the death. And the
mosquito of the primness, Aedes aegypti, black with white stripes in the paws,
only attacks in the daytime while the one of the malaria attacks in the daytime
and at night, he works a lot, tireless, he doesn't sleep. The children are the
more affected because they are more exposed, usually with just a diaper as
clothing, because the heat is intense, and the hospitals and centers of health
for more efforts than they do don't get to put down the victims' of this
immense battlefield avalanche, because they are the conditions of the
environment that in the risk. I don't get to understand because Ministry of
Health doesn't spray the city with the habitual, he became abnormal, mounted
circulating insecticide in a vehicle.
And
the sickle cell anemia, a hereditary disease that affects the protein
hemoglobin also flagellates, he assaults. I hear frequently comments that the
neighbor is with the daughter in the hospital, that a friend is also there with
her son and that, she died a youth with only twenty-three years because of that
disease.
I
remember, when I read the book, THE Painted Veil, of William Somerset Maugham,
1874-1965, that a lot of people died from cholera as hives, except for mistake
in a Chinese place, but nobody got to discover the reason. In the area a lot of
lettuce was cultivated and they consumed it without wash. After the population
was instructed for before the consumption they wash her, the cholera decreased
drastically.
The
youths and zungueiras (street sellers) at the end of the intensive course
receive the salespersons' of streets diplomas and in them they are hastened.
However they live in the constant fear of the attacks of their implacable
predators, the district attorney and some police that fly them without pity nor
mercy, whitewash them on top with their claws and they drag them the ephemeral
belongings, mere trinkets, but the entrepreneurs that flee to the tax
collection, the district attorney don't confront them.
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