To
José Quitério
I am in the window of the room, in spite
of being day, about fifteen hours, the street is very dark, the sky darkened
her. Approaches strong storm. The rain falls with force, the street is flooded.
The forts drops seem silver bombs, they beat in the soil and they come undone
in the search of the earth for us to fecundate her.
The thunderstorm is close, because they
are already clear the sparkles following by the thunders.
Half hour later the rain makes a pause,
it seems that he already gives to leave, but no, the wind blows to announce
that more rain will arrive. I don't know if today I will get to travel for
Frederico's Coffee. I don't know if I will be in my friends' company to see the
western series Bonanza.
The darkness stays, in the buildings
they ignite the lamps that will continue like this because inside in little the
official of the night will substitute the official in the daytime.
The rain doesn't give up her mission of
whipping, to flood the earth. The trees are anxious happy for the bath, the
green intensifies thankful for the manifestation of the festival of the
nature.
I see children that leave the cars run
her for us to play in the water, but same impeded by their parents resist them,
using all of the tricks of the infantile artillery. But an or another gets to
deceive the maternal surveillance and it jumps, it is swung in the water
imagining that it is a duck. When in children we felt an irresistible attraction
for the water that makes to imagine that we came from the sea.
I think that on this Saturday
Frederico's Coffee will be a place great to breathe, therefore that due to the
rain few people will frequent it. Different from other Saturdays of Bonanza in
that it can one to say that all of the smokers of the Olivais Sul there will
fill the nicotine chimneys as in a factory.
And to the you walk in the eternity
reminds you always of me. You are there on the other side, I am in this, in
spite of your immaterial presence I get to feel as if the death just went the
opposite dimension of the life.
Close to the light lamp in the street
sees some plants that appear rejuvenated by the elixir of the water, as the
alchemists' crucible.
The family is of return, the voices are
unmistakable. No longer I get to think. The children knock on the door, they
call for me. I open, they enter and they hug me happy.
Today the rain said that no, and I
accept her decision.
I am going to the kitchen and later to
the dining room, and I call: "Mother! Mother! Mother! " Oh! I
remember that already there are not, you left in the machine of the time for a
distant place where finally you will rest and you will live in peace. I will
never forget you!
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