The silence of the fallen leaves, lost

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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