Archive for November, 2012


When all almost died of hunger, as Jlio, that the father nor gave attention, for being one ' ' imprestvel' ' , as others of the children, who had concepts based on intuition and anger. Until had been to see body of Joo, if they had scared with great horta of beans encircling, currencies that sobraram formed a way, that arrived in a done ticket of bread paper, has few meters from there ' ' This is the ignorance, greed, and the finite, together, the land, the together wisdom takes the man, hope and the infinite, leads of the land for homem' '. For one more time, order of the father, whom it does not know to interpret the direction the ticket, nor the least to understand the words used, who of the family understood the ticket, it would have to embed the boy, and ' ' to disappear pra well longe' ' with the ticket, showing its firm position, and composed as always, however, looked at for where the mother was taking Joo, to be able to catch the ticket future. In the following day, already with the ticket in hands, the father finally, with many hours, and a used dictionary for Joo, while alive, in hands, discovered the direction. All called the family, ordered the four to harvest the necessary one of consumption, to plant each time more beans, and to venderem the necessary one to buy rice, that was not born in such land. – I go with Joo, I find that this is the minimum that I can make.

They forgive me, would have to understand my son. They forgive me, would have to understand Jlio, Forgive me would have to understand vocs all. Robert if killed with the club that had in house, was a show of horrors in the neighborhood, a man beating each time more in the proper head, untiringly. per many years, the family if fed of the beans and the rice, but it is really a pity, to be as this family, whom it needs to take a man the land, to perceive the error, however, the least, to the family, never lacked nothing, since the land led to the man.


Sunday, November 18th, 2012 News Comments Off on Rice

Boy Without Clothes

The Boy without clothes lives in a called place Consumolndia where almost everybody is always buying, consuming some thing, or more than this, almost everybody finds important, basic, to possess some thing and to show this as if it made somebody better. Thus a neighbor of the Boy without clothes, inhabitant of the Consumolndia, left another day with the mother to buy one blusinha, in the return in the way already with the dressed blouse and all shown saw one cozinho with the hurt leg, crying and asking for aid: – Girl of new blouse helps I to me was run over. the Girl of new blouse when hearing cozinho hurt asking for aid answered: – I do not go to help who ordered you you to be a sensitive dog. The Boy without clothes when seeing cozinho hurt soon took it for house and of it he took care of well. But in the Consumolndia of everything it happens, until conflict of who spent more money consuming. Certain time, the cousin of the Boy without clothes bought a bicycle and another boy bought only one velocipede. As the bicycle cost more money that the velocipede, the cousin of the Boy without clothes if found in the right to play for it are of the park the boy and its velocipede and said: – Brinquedinho Moves away to its from the park, therefore my bicycle is bigger and more expensive than it.

The Boy without clothes, that are not worried about what he is more expensive or more cheap soon it took the boy with its velocipede for house and with it played. Another time one lady was to the center of the Consumolndia, to consume clearly, and in the queue for the payment of a bought object it was pushed by a person younger at the same time it lost the time and it asked: – Why you made this? The person pushed who it, ' ' furo' ' , she answered asking: – Why, she did not like? Here I already was and am consuming more than Mrs., the world is thus and she never goes to move. After this from there crying he left you hurt for the egoistic and hostile behavior of the man in the queue. Already it are of the place when seeing the situation the Boy without clothes asked what it had happened to you, it described everything to the Boy without clothes. After this it spoke: – She is not thus lady, in our society the people costumam to treat the others for what they possess materially and not for what really she interests: what they are. In this place, the Consumolndia, exists things ' ' estranhas' ': a person is in a microphone announcing object offers and other people if they push, they fight, if they xingam more and all than you to imagine. in this somebody asked to the Boy without clothes: – Why you are without clothes? It answered: – Because I can live without clothes, if to say the opposite of this, it is not will mine is the will and interest of somebody. Thus, what it seemed important of truth for the Boy without clothes was not clothes or another consumption any or I accumulate of it, and yes the addition of friends who it could make: the gratitude of cozinho, the boy of the velocipede, Mrs. of the line, is examples of this.


Friday, November 9th, 2012 News Comments Off on Boy Without Clothes


When somebody threatened to commit this imprudence, I made signal of not, with the finger, therefore already it knew the quarrel that sobrava. It was fatal. A pole would play better. In this same time, my group of friends made, in playground of the building, our first official departure. We were all to buy our uniforms. I would be the goleiro, for demerit. I gained shirt, gloves and joelheiras. What center-avante was found (later it tried the luck in the Vasco, but the knees had not collaborated) passed a tempo marking with chalk one 50 numbered places in ' ' arquibancada' '.

Busy that it was for half dozen of familiar entediados. She was first and the last one left of that teams. also of my uniform zero-kilometer, that was for the drawer where it only left again for donation to an orphanage. I liked to read histories in quadrinhos. My favourite personage was the Carioca Z (mascote of the Madureira). For this reason, I gained 2 edition of the Manual of the Carioca Z, of 1978, in the vain hope of that it brought histories of the proper one. Only that the manual is basically a book of soccer written for children. It entered in my shelf as a horse-of-Troy: under the disguise of the parrot malandro, was my first book of soccer.

Therefore, I read with one pontinha of disillusionment. But I know &#039 there; ' estrago' ' that it made in the unconscious one. In the decade of 80, we move for Curitiba and I was acometido by a stranger soccer fever. I mounted for me exactly championships with my teamses of button, only that with right zebras monumental. They were unimaginable matches, where they participated, p.ex., America, Bonsucesso, Cruise, Inhabitant of the state of Rio de Janeiro, Madureira, Pottery, Black Bridge, Portuguese Santista and Are Cristvo.


Friday, November 2nd, 2012 News Comments Off on Cristvo