sábado, 27 de julho de 2013
III LIVRO: POVAREJO - NATAL, RN - 2013
TRADUÇÃO: SINVAL MEDEIROS
This book is dedicated to our. children Otávio and Mauricio, to our Nieces, Jailma, Mayara, Maraisa, Fernanda our nephews Jailton, Renato, Robério, Wendell, Welldson, Emerson, Eberson, Marcilio, Leonardo and Erivelton Junior.and for all the children who were born at tv and pc time and so they didn´t listen stories said by their grandmother sitting in illuminated sidewalk by the moon
The week was starting while Sunday was ending through the sunset, the moon let me see it was already for over twenty o´clock. as it was summer; we had privilege to delight with a light Marine breeze across the ways and streets, and it got into through the gate touching my face sweetly and our son we are keeping in a deep sleep and the door of the livingroom was half open-half closed All of a sudden I’ve seen something passing and It was very fast. It looked like the wind. That passed very next to me and to my child’s mother.
She distressed asked me if I had seen what had passed. I told her without hesitating
“It was a cat”.
In my soul, this answer came of my intuition.
I asked me to myself this answer.
Yrla , on the other hand, decided to clear up our doubt and before She get to the door, She saw into our home, in piazza, a man.
“ My god , a man!”
Yrla got desperate.
I figured out. if that was a man . it was odd very much.
because in spite of he’s a two-legged creature. He’s walking with four legs on the ground he’s walking very next the wall and looked like a real animal and he made me remember Manoel Bandeira. He was going toward rubbish brass in the back yard.
It was unbelievable when that little man invaded our hospitality.
Even with tall walls and closed gates he was able.
And I meditated without talking anything:”
“A hungerer person never beg to come in.”
Let me tell you reader woman, that animal got small. so small getting the least in height. I mean, It had eliminated itself all but utterly, only can pass over the meanest space between our iron gate and the ground. It had passed easily and wisely like a thief and hungry animal.
It was endlessly hunger.
It was very thin and it would die about that.
I was lying down and I went on this way. I was playing with our child. and at the same time I considered…
The hunger makes blind.
Yrla was desperate and frightened calling me asking to me catch the man who coming already been banished by someone else. the man was already in the rubbish brass and made himself owner of the first rubbish. due to the hunger that corroded his stomach.
He made the garbage to be only his.
The owner of the garbage’s brass were born a real crusher, who to feed himself would had to search for his prey. He, therefore, had own features of a cannibal.in essence of his kind.however, He had developed too much, to refuse his natural nourishment to feed of leftovers now. in deposit of remains, by night.
Without satisfaction, with the invader next the super thin foreigner. the owner of the trash would have to defend himself really using teeth and nails. because that was his territory, where were his provisions from everyday, his existence.
When the invader wasn’t waiting, the other man jumped off the wall. and as clever as a cat astonished the careless and hungry visitor and he made him come back to his original place. the street.
And one more time, the man had to shrink with his very empty belly. and he had to pass by tight space of the gate again. this time sad and utterly disappointed by lacking food.
And I was in my trap playing and I thought…
“Rubbish also means food.”
When the poor man came back, he passed as fast as the visage that had passed before. however this time crying out stridulously and hopelessly making any human being to feel a lot of pity even Yrla and I. Yrla was at the door waiting for me to banish the invader.
I didn’t move a finger to go out from I was, and still in trap when I saw the poor man pass running nearly crying. He was been taken by the owner of the rubbish who was his provisions’ brother too. in particular I had gotten very happy ´cause I didn’t go out off my trap to catch that poor man. but what drove me plot was I have seen fast a tail on each of the men. long tails.
It was that the only thing I could see about those small and odd men.
“But that how much indifference!”
Said Yrla turned to me smiling and I was in a doubt.
THE MAN BAT MAN
In a decrepit library where there are several mangos tree around it, in which hardly ever comes someone to study, in spite of the pleasant place for reading. as it hasn’t any persons, it attracks another kind of animal: bats. They are attracked by the sweet smell of the fruits competing with a single reader. Memor, a middle age man who reading is his favorite pastime.
At the time of the year, the old library is an attractive place only for night-owl creatures take over for the day, as the place is always closed, and they think they’re safe in dark rooms.
When the afternoon comes down, Memor, retired man, enjoys appreciating by reading a good book of choice modernist novels like Jorge Amado and others of them.
One day , when He was alone in his world of reading and pleasure, Memo felt a cold wind blowing his neck. It was a so intense cold that ran down his whole cord making him very nervous. And his heart beating very speedy. His hair, arm airs horrified showed his fear. But right before him there were an answer.
It was a bat that flew and had gone sit down on an wood of the home, right before his very eyes. Up there, it began to swing like a pendulum. As if Memor believed it wanted to hypnotize him to suck his precious purple liquid of human.
Memor watched the animal and he was fearing.
Before the animal decided to attack again, memo decided to attack before and He tried to hunt the defenceless animal.
He had only one leathern slipper and threw towards the small creature and He nearly hit it. However, the bat couldn’t understand anything about that surprise – attack.
It was as innocent as the man. Then as He came always to read.
It had always flown when the afternoon was over. But it was starting to rain and it getting dark too much early. It had awaked to exercise its body, afterward, to begin its routine of somnambulist.
And that´s why a tragedy was going to happen with it. It didn´t know what was going, but It was sure a thing, It would have to get away of furious man’s violent attacks. And then it flew from corner to corner, it flew the fastest it could to save its life.
But every time the man went wrong his attack he got angrier.and more furious He came back to put an end to defenceless night-owl animal. It found a rift in house top and it flew straight to get away the siege. But , by the time it was already reaching the exit it felt its left wing that staggering, hit in the wall and fell on the ground like a fluffy packet full of anything, now without strength unconscious, dead the winning man, happy by having executed his mission, held it by the hurt wing, poor and useless bat, still hot with its last moment of live, and put it inside a bottle with alcohol, to exposing to a lot of hundred of ignorant laymen the cruel scene, like a trophy of his mediocre victory.
When the enigmatic man recovered of the fear, took back his reading. He’s reading an early time’s realist novel, style Jorge Amado, in which, the scene is developed by the boyfriend being fondled by his darling. She was behind him passing her hand in his hair and grazing his nape with her ardent wishful lips. This time, reader and personage start to live a fictitious reality, in which, the proper reader seems to get involved much more and utterly by scene that’s read. It makes feel so concentrated in a pleasant and inebriating reading. Memor makes himself an alive character by acting, because He feels himself like real character, with the same sensations, with the same joys of the fondness. He utterly consumed by the reading and by the reality around him, He feels a hot sweat running down his breast and, at the same time, falling on the table, the book, the ground a scarlet liquid.
He’s benumbed by the fiction and by the reality, He tries to understand whether He’s been dreaming or sleeping. When He’s awoken truly off that snatch and apathy, He’s seen right before his very eyes, a bat flying happy and its mandibles were still bloody and tasting that human sweet scarlet liquid.
It was exactly the female of the bat which he’s had just to kill.
Bloody, now without a vision, he’s got before his eyes, more than one bat. And he had still the same gun which belonged to the first casualty, He tried to act but he didn’t have any good.
He got small all of a sudden. It was all what he got. And all of a sudden again he’s felt a mouse creeping on the table, and exceeding the proper blood He distressing the pages of that unhappy and wicked book which made it die.
When He jumped from the table, He thought he would fall on the ground; He felt to arise like a happy bird because he achieved freedom that all man wish to have one day.
However, He isn’t a bird. He isn’t a mouse. He isn’t a man. He is the own figure of man bat man. When He leaves the library He meets the same love, which got involved in the novel He read moments before. And everything very odd and confused for him. However He is sure the love in his heart makes to fell free as He cannot explain of so light forever. Well, He’s in motion, but He cannot distinguish sure whether he’s flying walking by or walking flying.
I was walking by the empty streets in Natal and having fun in the end of the afternoon in that wonderful day, because I Wanted to be in peace, to be calm, in silence in that day of grace, however, It was an afternoon of burning light, which invaded streets and avenues in that peaceful city. It was a holiday, independence of Brazil was celebrated. Our independence.
The whole avenue wound in the horizontal of the curves and in the vertical which happened illuminated ebony of the asphalt, when the sunlight reach it. There weren’t many cars. And, therefore, all was more silent than nowadays when everybody is working.
The king star graced the name that one day someone chose for it. And that also exalted without knowing the name of city that had its name or was said belonged to it. ‘city of the sun’. because of all, It shone like every other days of before. But everybody could see like a few few passer were happy. The happiness was stamped in their faces softly and clearly.
Out of the noisy cars, out of the people making tumult, birds can be heard: sparrow, kiskadee birds that got used to this mean to go on their kind. In spite that’s why was a day of grace. Holiday. For sure, Natal deserved that name in that day very much!
This is, for the light, for the peace, for the empty. The few people walking were free day by day situation and they seemed to broadcast happiness like all the birds, to streets, and specially, to day. Well, that day, was over and any sadness inside. Because It was day of our independence and It was holiday in our country.
And everything was an only happiness, a perennial satisfaction. I was sure that day lived and witnessed with the metropolis, literally our quieter, more beautiful, freer and more… day of independence.
But, for well of the veredict, in that endless joy, in that endless peace, paradoxically that day hide me, an also endless melancholy.
The afternoon was over, the warm and only night came. And the paradox established itself to deny the peace the afternoon had. Lighted stakes imitated the moon light to afford me the same peace. Switched off utterly and everything turn into darkness and fear.
And, our wonderful independence ‘ paradox, now was a prision for me. When I saw a poor mongrel dog, sleeping in street. There wasn’t anything between it and the cold ground in that night. When It saw I closing it up, It followed me along the road. I wanted to prevent it. But it wasn’t possible. The dog needed food. It was so thin I was sorry. It followed me to my home. I got home; and because of darkness that still remained, I served it leaftovers that would go to the rubbish. And I tied up in the piazza. I put a little water in a vessel and I went to the bed with justice in that day of independence of Brazil.
Next morning, the upset servant, called me to tell me someone had left a child in our piazza. I ran to see her. And I had a sad surprise, the child was still tied up and She was crying a lot.
OIREB: AN UNQUIET BOY
The small Oireb was only seven years old. He was a little ordinary boy to the other dwellers of that people’s little place called galo. Oireb was different from his friends because He was playful too much, creative, intelligent. He had talent for artist. He knew to tell jokes. It was exactly because of that He stood out and because of his childish smartness too. From all things He tried to make fun of people. Few people dislike his funs, even so, He was admired by his talent. The time was spending and when Oireb was getting greater, made people believe his skill, prowness and his real talent to tell merry and intelligent jokes. At school, for instance, his friends liked to listen his stories, lots of times invented and took off his own mind. And his reputation of teller attracted even adults like happened with geremil, the school’s janitor. When the fast stories were told, an usual joy could be seen in classmate’s face. Geremil took advantage of it more than everybody; sometimes He seemed a little sad, but It was enough to listen the boy, the sadness was end, and then He was smiling very happy, attracting curious glances of other adults such as some teachers.
Oireb was not a ten-grade-student, however He could be among the ten better in the classroom. Teachers, who never demonstrated interest for theirs students, started to see Oireb of a different way. They were demonstrating an private attention that it was getting even notorious very much. When everybody hardly ever wait for, teacher were exalting him or mentioning him like reference:
“Oireb is a very applied student. He doesn’t give us trouble. Every time He has to do a task, no matter where is: at home or at school, He does! He is very intelligent boy and I’m sure He will have a good future! But, Beril, that’s a naughty boy! And I don’t know whether He will have a good future about this!” But one day happened of the intelligent, devoted, the very hard-working, creative and playful Oireb started to lie! He really started to lie! Oireb started to tell the biggest lies of the world. However, few people didn’t believe It was really He who made all that. Nevertheless He started to tell so many lies It was even a pity. Now Oireb was telling lies for his parents, for his teacher, for his classmates and for everybody, even for Mr Raimundo, He started to lie! Oireb invented things so easily so told jokes; the worst of all hardly anybody believed He was able to make so many disasters. Few people believed that his temper was end in that way, so tragical, so harmful, so vulgar, many people thought and even laid his lies to his older brother, who was guiltless and had no blame for what was happening. Premeditated time, Oireb proclaimed holiday to his school. And He called that day of: the day to stay, that is, I will stay here over that telephone and I will call to my classmates up saying that there will not be class today. Coincidence or not, Oireb had met the principal in the traffic, with her crashed car. She had had only a crash. It wasn’t anything serious. All was already healed. Clementina, in spite of is right was very nervous and was taken to the hospital, but at once she had come back home to get back the fright.
It was exactly what Oireb needed to make his lie up. He then made up the principal would have gone to the hospital and wouldn’t have class in that day. All happened by the time he was coming back the supermarket with his maid and saw the principal ‘s car involved in the crash, as it was said, It wasn’t anything serious but that was a opportunity to there isn’t class that day, neither to him nor to his classmates, would get to talk to over the telephone. By the time he got home, ran to the telephone. First, he talked to the teacher, always she’s appreciated his qualities to. However, she didn’t know the child’s radical change; was very sad when she knew what happened. She wanted to know in which hospital the principal was in order to visit her, but fast, Oireb convinced her that the principal was well and was already at home getting over the fright. He increased in the following day she’ll be at school and the teacher believed his story. It is known that in only 45 minutes Oireb got his so craved exploit: to call to everyone convincing them about the day to stay. The outcome is that his teacher and no students in his class came to school that day. However, Clementina gotten over the fright. Arrived and found strange the empty of that classroom. A strange emptiness! But, it know also his father had an enormous debit with the telephone exchange. And he had his line cut off because he didn’t pay the debit. Oireb then, was punished without playing videogame for ten days, without watching tv for ten days, without walking for ten days, beyond the suspension, at school, with one week because of the day to stay. In Galo, as in any other people’s little place, there will always be a Sined to open and close hole-in-the-wall with his eternal bad habit.
There always will be a Sined lying on the pavements, in serge of the life like a dead man murdered by the drink. Then, Oireb had passed by the street, very relaxed, by the time he saw that fantastic scene for one of his tall tales. That is, he saw a lot of things on the ground, like a human package, in the Sined’s odd figure. He was still in your way when he met a neighbor, he was Mr Raimundo and he said:
Do you know who died? Sined. By the time I came over there just now. And his neighbor was surprised: _ Is it true, boy? Right today he was there in xicó’s bar having drink a lot. Everybody was really ready to his death, all of a sudden this way!
Oireb and Mr Raimundo proclaimed to lots of people the death of then alive Sined. In the following day, Sined was in xicó’s bar, very early, like always, having his drink. The whole district started to see Oireb in a different way, now, he was sentenced the most deceiful boy who once lived in that surroundings. Mr Raimundo,very dissatisfied by the lie who Oireb told to him. Censured him very angry because Oireb stave off him to get one follower. Oireb made Mr Raimundo to lie beside him.
But Oireb, sarcastic and laugher, said to the poor old man:__Mr Raimundo, I don’t know why you’re so angry with me, because Sined is already lifeless long time; but anybody didn’t remember to bury him.
Mr Raimundo, instead of increasing his anger, laughed a lot. Afterwards, he went out telling:
This street urchin really doesn’t have a solution, we want to be angry with but we finish having fun with his jokes.
What a flirtatious boy!
When Sined truly died, Oireb insisted to warn to Galo’s people. However anybody didn’t believe this time. And Sined was buried like an indigent man. Because nobody went to his funeral procession. The most and the worst lie Oireb invented was with his own liar’s end, because this time he was together with it. The lie of Oireb swallow him. Happened that Oireb lived next river potengi, place in which people usually tell plenty of tales about giant fish and alligator that appeared in winter and they swallowed a full man at a time. Without remaining vestiges to anybody didn’t have proof of what happened.
These were tales told by older people and fishers of that people’s little place. In that same vision, Oireb giving wings to his imagination invented his big lie. The most lie of the world.
Then, sitting in the roots of an old mango tree around the way that led to the river. He told very seriously to children, youths, old men, old women the following lie:
Look, listen to me! Don’t go to the river this moment, there are enormous fish and alligators that can swallow three persons at a time.
He repeated it to everyone that passed thereabout almost the same thing:
Look, listen to me! Don’t go to the river this moment. There is an enormous fish and alligator that can swallow five persons at a time.
And for the third time he repeated almost not always the same nonsense:
Look, listen to me! Don’t go to the river this moment, there is an enormous fish and an alligator that can swallow seven persons at a time. The afternoon was over and he didn’t have knowledge of it. He had come there at three o’clock and it was after five, almost six o’clock. He continued in the same place.
Oireb lied too much and was tired and feel asleep right there everything went by: the time, the people, the hour, and he didn’t see anything go through. Only the weight of his lie.
It was already dark when he awoke. He had slept so much he dreamt. He saw in a dream the fish and the alligator had swallowed all that people that had gone down to the river. He was very afraid, so afraid a strange fear made his heart hesitate. As a matter of fact, he was very sorry for his lies.
Oireb shocked felt guilty. Then, he made a decision to put to the test about what concerned him.
And he was alone toward the Grande Rio. The sun had already hidden utterly and the night had come quietly. The river inert seemed to be sleeping after an excited day. People had fished and taken a bath inside it. Now, It was resting in peace of its liquid existence. But, that beginning of night’s tranquility didn’t make small Oireb’ soul quiet because when he brought near Grande Rio, a bad presentment with big remorse stunned his conscience. His soul was fragile.
He was deeply sorry for everything he had made, for he feel guilty of so many innocent people. He hadn’t met even an alive soul of that people that had come down in the end of the afternoon and hadn’t come back. He thought that everybody had been swallowed and eaten, respectively by the giant fish and alligator.
The night growed very fast; Oireb was bitten by the river’s deepness silence mysteriously and turned into a fish-alligator.
Now, He was a tail of a fish’ boy and from seven in seven years he appears in Galo again, like a dear and cheerful boy, that is, telling his jokes and tales; but by the time he starts to lie, disappear mysteriously and turn into a fish-alligator again.
THE WIDOW MACHADO:
THE EATER OF WOMAN LEGEND
It was very odd Eulinda Lucina Machado has lived in cellar of an ancient house in tall town Natal. Lucina was a very rich woman; she had inherited many lands by her parents: but she was very stranger and therefore she was known by “The widow Machado” almost throughout city. She even turned into legend. It was said the widow Machado had enormous ears and because of them’ size she would have a long life. At the time, she was over one hundred years old. But her fate of rich woman was to live isolated of the world and of the people, except from Lady Marileon, her maid-servant and single company of all hours.
The widow Machado had a big disappointment in her life when she was still a very young and beautiful woman. As Marileon used to say, a black woman who would be slave in that century of horror, she was very old, but she never told anybody how old she was.
Not even her family knew her birthday. It known, thus, she had face of a centenarian person and big ears like widow Machado’s ears, she worked to for eight decades or more. Anybody doesn’t know exactly how many were them. It known, therefore, she was as old as her “horrifying” matron. Lady Marileon lived in Galo’ people ‘s little place, at margins of the railway Natal Macau, with her son Adud, a very respected fisherman. In spite of advanced age of bent crookback life of galloon of water’s wood, Lady Marileon never stopped working with hoe cleaning the yard of her home, in which every two weeks the land invaded the whole yard over and over and over again. With her head almost reaching her feet, she hadn’t any trouble separating and gathering with her own hands, clipped bush in great quantify, with a reserved of senile parsimony. Her trade was part of her existence. A stimulus of life. A hard and cruel work under burning matinal sun. a reserved gesture of someone that is always talking to God. Some young people understand it like caducity or thing of old people. Nothing of the kind! Own of senile wisdom when she thinks it better is alone than in bad company, and making exercise, talking to herself like in slow oration of may’s beads. She thinks like Socrates: “know you yourself”, One day, Lady Marileon told Mr. Oivatom the real plangent story about Eulinda Lucina Machado, her matron:
It’s exactly that, my child, the girl Eulinda had gotten married when she was still very young. Maybe she was thirteen years if I`m not wrong, when a very rich man took her to the lord`s table. She was the single lady Benelinda`s daughter, who cried a lot when saw her unique wealth, her gift of God go away, the little Eulinda. At the time, when the century nineteen was ending, that was the most commented marriage in province of Rio Grande do Norte. Natal had become the centre of attention and the whole Brazil turned to single event the future turned into legend.
You know boy, even Maria Leopoldina came to the marriage like a special guest female. Specially to be godmother and she came along with D.Pedro her husband. The party lasted two weeks. There were so much food… there was everything you thought of delicious food. There was music for all likings to dance; an orchestra came straight from Rio de Janeiro, for demand of Leopoldina. At the time I was thirteen years and my mother took care of Eulinda very carefully. In that day we ate and danced a lot! Mistress Eulinda was a very good girl. She didn’t care about her servants. She kept us easygoing. Because she wanted Negroes came even from other next farms to work in the party. Boy, you had to see as Eulinda was beautiful. If she was already beautiful became a fairy tale’s princess. A cinderela beside her enchanted prince that was also a very beautiful fellow.
When the great party was over, the just married went away for honeymoon in a pretty crystal carriage and it glittered the morning sun rays. Some days afterwards the misfortune happened.
When they were coming back the honeymoon the carriage feel in an abyss. The prince died at once and little Mistress Eulinda escaped with not even a scratch and was a miracle of God. After that she has gone down that cellar and she hasn’t wanted to know someone else anymore. She hasn’t gone up from there for anything.
My mother died. Then I started caring about the little Eulinda that everybody started to call of´´ Widow Machado`` and created the most dreadful stories about the little poor woman.
Ungrateful people, my god! So far I’ve been caring about girl and I don’t understand why they invented that such foolish story!
Of this matter when was full moon night, the boys invented several ways to entertain themselves. They played of hide-and-seek, small flag, whistle-my-canary. But what they liked more were fairy tales told by the mother Amelia sitting on frame. The boys took up the whole moonlit terrace to listen to her. Mother Amelia told a lot of tales. She started by the crooked Moura, next the stepmother which buried the living girl in the jungle, next the werewolf, next the big potato of fire and she finished with the Widow Machado’s tale, the most waited tale by the boys.
It is the story about a very old woman who lived in a cellar and to extend her life, as she was over one hundred years old, she had to eat children’s liver.
Every boy who heard the Widow Machado’s tale got afraid. Every they felt a full cold that the whole body was terrified. All that because Lady Marileon lived very over there. They saw in poor old centenarian woman the Widow Machado’s frightening figure only because the poor woman had worked for her like maid. Many boys believed that. They thought it was true. The old woman had really something very odd.
That mother Amelia told wasn’t a fairy tale, it was really true. So, Lady Marileon had to travel every weekend. It was a mysterious trip. Where a such old woman went to alone every weekend? That is the big enigma. One day, a man saw her in tall town, going to the widow Machado’s old mansion. She was always with a bag on her back. Is that bag full of children’s lived? Isn’t it?
For the boys the widow Machado’s story was the realest fairy tale that could have among all they heard tell, that only because of Lady Marileon’ nearness
By the time, actually, in truth, the old centenarian was a well of silence. However it was that mummy’ silence that scared most of the Siqueira Campos’ children. Mainly when they passed by the railway and they saw her cleaning the backyard with a hoe with her head put down almost buried on the ground, they told some to others: “ Look at, She’s there covered up. She want to get one of us. Any fool to take to the widow Machado to eat the liver.”
When the old woman, without seeing what was happening around, she looked up to see the time… the scared boys saw in any of her movement, a threat. Then, they went away running very fast and anything could reach them.
The old Marileon wasn’t a talkative person. She talked to few people. One of the few people she talked to was Sir Oivatum, father of Ossiab. To who she admitted to talk once in a while. However she didn`t talk a lot of matters. Only things of her interest. One day, Sir Oivatum believing closeness he had with the old woman he wanted to know how old was she. Nevertheless she answered that way:
“What’s that? That can’t happen anyway”.
The old woman hated the Sir Oivatum`s question and she told him several unpleasant things.
“Respect me. Anybody with my age can’t say how old is! I can be your grandmother over and over and over again. That can’t happen anyway!”
Lady Marileon was of a time in which old people wasn`t related younger people. the children mustn`t hear what adults were talking
“Go to the kitchen_ boy, we`re talking now!”
It was this way. When Sir Oivatum realized she hated his question, He tried to change the matter. Lady Marileon talked but when she noticed she was over talking, she sent him way with no discomfort. Even so, he got on well with her.
It know that one day every and any stone will dry water above it to the string pass by. Then, it happened with Lady Marileon, Which actually didn`t like children. However, one day she opened her doors to the boy Ossiab and every fear and ghost they had with regard to Marileon ended.
Ossiab lived for everyone in that people`s little place. As everybody needed his precious water of gallon. But he had never put water for Lady Marileon. Ossiab trembled when Adud asked him to put water for his mother. And like all boys, he was also afraid of old woman. Ossiab even dreamt about the Widow Machado. And, even frightened, he took water for Lady Marileon. It was a big surprise: as soon as she saw him, small, thin almost malnourished carring all that burden over him, she said amazed: “Oh my god, you are a very small and young boy to carry so much weight. I wonder if Oivatum don’t see that. Little poor! My son, come here, but be careful. Help me take water to my bedroom. Watch out for the doorjamb. Watch out for the small chair. Adub really have no shame, he always put that small chair here. We can fall and hurt ourselves”. Ossiab avoided making the smallest noise and he didn’t say a word. The old woman that didn’t talk a lot to the people was talking. Ossiab was who didn`t say anything. he was there, but it was as if he wasn’t. She carried on talking to herself. Ossiab was quiet, dumb. Each favor the old woman asked him it was the crucial moment. ``Now She will get me and she will take my liver off !``. He remembered the eater of liver. And this wasn`t man as the people said. It was a woman. It was there, in Lady Marileon`s figure. He was taking the gallon of water to the dark bedroom and she was going behind him, in a staggering step. There, in the bedroom – he thought – a misfortune would happen.
Adud arrived by the main door and a light in the street lighted up inside house. The soul of Ossiab was pacified, at once he was going back to the kitchen, he looked full of life. Everything was enlightened by the presence of Adud. The old woman, satisfied, put the hand inside her printed lace dress` pocket_ Ossiab was still eyed opened_ got a fifty centavos coin and paid for the work. He felt the happiest boy of that people`s little place. Very happy, he went away saying that he would come back the following day, before he get to the well he cried happy and successful: “Wonderfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul, she paid me in cash!” Ossiab was friend of the widow Machado and of the Lady Marileon that always paid him and gave him very fairly sweet-smelling bars of soap like gift.
THE ENCANTED WOOD
For the dwellers from Belém
Tavik and Maurik were walking by the enchanted wood. It was Sunday, the afternoon was cheerful and peaceful. A good moment to drink an ice cream, eat popcorn and have a good fun. It was exactly what they were living with intensity
They had already covered nearly all the attraction points` wood and it was almost time to come back home. But, there was a place they had kept to later: the cavern. This was too dark and frightening caused shiver. Even so they decided to come into.
The sun disappeared slowly behind the giant trees of that place.
Tavik was the first to come into the cavern and when he came into he felt something strange blowing his back. It seemed as if anything was trying to scare him. Next, It was the time of Maurik who felt the same cold wind blowing his backbone.
All of a sudden come down of the cavern`s ceiling, an enormous shadow, a black cloud toward them. Causing a big noise.
Scared, they went away running by the streets of enchanted wood. They were running toward ramparts of the castle. They came to the castle, went up the stairs in which the wolf was. ]the guardian of the forest.] the forest`s guardian.
when they saw it lain down, looking at the endless jungle, like an eternal and real watch. Were much more scared.
However, the wolf it was a tame animal. He didn`t damage anybody. He guarded the Amazonia`s jungle and the flowers.
When Maurik and Tavyk realized they were in castle beside the wolf that was saying worried ``Let`s go children, climb fast I have to take you from here.
It`s not time to take a walk in the enchanted wood.``
The wolf took them from there very fast, running away of that awful and strange thing that was still following them since the cavern.
The wolf was running away of that horrible thing. Running at top speed to set the boys free. The wolf was running so fast that it seemed to be flying. And the two boys were over it, They held its hair to not fall. It appeared to be an everything they saw in the wood’s retrospective. Because the wolf was used to staying on the castle’s ramparts. It wasn’t used to taking a walk for these streets, exactly afternoon that time. It really couldn’t meet the exit main.
They passed by the bridge in which Iara protected the wood’s rivers and lakes. At the time, She was taking her of all afternoons bathe beside the turtles. She used to wait the visitors to go out for she to bath.
But, if she knew the children were who went on wolf’s back, she would have had too much shame, and, maybe she never again appeared that time to bath.
As the wolf was very fast, Iara tried to identify who were over the wolf’s back, but fortunately she couldn’t do. Even so she thought very strange the wolf running so fast, so early. She thought to be the Saci-Pererê with one more prank, oh Had the Caipora changed the savage pig’s back for the wolf?
_She asked full of doubt to mother of water. However, the wolf realized Iara was there bathing, exhibiting her beautiful and long hair like the most precious forest’s ebony towel. Involving her beautiful naked mother of water’s body. Then, It did its most to she don’t realize it was taking the children. Therefore, It passed so fast like an aircraft.
The guardian wanted to save the boys of that monster. He was in a hurry to take them from there and to come back its place at once. its duty it was to watch higher part of forest. From the top it could see the whole forest. So It ran like a scared animal running away from predator. He had to take its place on. The boys, unwillingly, went on retrospective.
After the bridge where Iara was, went on until cowfish and pirarucu’s lake. Very fast they got to the electric eels’ dwelling passing by the piranhas and other species of fish from the Amazonas’aquarium.
Next, they went to the playground passing by the place in which turtles lived in harmony among a lot of alligators, they were in monkeys, macaws, parrots and paroquets’ space. The wolf’s speed got almost all animals of the wood more and more scared and an uproar of parrots, macaws, monkeys, cicadas, crickets and other animals of the forest invaded that world, getting that end of Sunday afternoon a very different day for all dwellers of the enchanted wood, because anybody didn’t know what’s going on.
The trouble was the wolf trying to help the children, ran a lot throughout wood and making plenty of noise. And the worst thing: It didn’t find the exit.
All because it hadn’t never left its place before. That had been the first time only to help the children. Maurik and Tavik got so scared that they couldn’t speak but they tried several times to show the way for the wolf, but they weren’t successful. Everybody was afraid to look back to see what was really following them since when they left that cavern. The cold wind was still blowing their back terrifically. Neither they no the wolf looked back.
Very long time later, in spite of they are near the exit, it was when they found it. When Tavik let the wolf still in trouble: ‘Hey, hey dear wolf! The road is that way. There is the exit.’’
Then, the wolf remembered that it had two friends guardians of the forest as well, with duty to protect the whole ground part in enchanted wood’s entrance.
They were two men whose the children were too much frightened and at the time, over than six o’ clock p.m. their main attraction it was to frighten the children that were still in enchanted wood.
It was when the guardians felt the smell and they realized the boys on wolf’s back. They got ready to frighten them as they deserved. But the wolf was smarter. As It knew what its friends wanted to do, It started to run more and more toward to men, It told the boys to hold on it very well ‘cause it will jump on the two ‘’intruders’’.
The wolf was approaching more and more and they were still on its way. Then, with about three meters away the two men, the wolf sprang so high that the forest’s little men couldn’t see it and they didn’t feel the smell of the children either, when they passed over their heads.
When the wolf got to the enchanted wood, It left the boys lit with the lights of the posts and stores across the street.
Because of lighting Tavik and Maurik got their conscience back and they were calmer and they were courageous to turn around and to look at into the enchanted wood What did they see? The immense forest that presented itself for them as if it was a giant cavern Open-mouthed..inside the frightening big dark mouth there was an awful and enourmous animal’s figure that had followed them as far as there.
It was an enourmous animal with opened wings flying everywhere, to hide from the external light not to dazzle its eyes of night owl. It was the owner of the cavern: the big old bat. The boys could still see the wolf talking to three small men that looked like more dwarves than adults. Surely, they weren’t the snow white’s dwarves. However they were brazilian fauna and flora’s protectors, mainly of that oasis in Belém.
But, the strangest thing of all that it was the three men the boys saw were characters of some story they had ever read or heard but they couldn’t remember them. One of the men had only one leg; the other man had two legs but his feet were turned backward; and the third man was the strangest of all because he had three legs.
When all of a sudden, the boys’ parents arrived and one of them asked:
“Did you like walking by the enchanted wood?”
Maurik and Tavik looked at one another without talking anything and started to smile.
That was the first day of class after some long vacation by the north of the country. Little Távio and Little Maurício were smiling and still sleeping by the time their mother awoke them to take a shower and to brush their teeth.
THE BIG POTATO OF FIRE’S LEGEND
Dedicated to the fishermen from Igapó and Redinha
It is reported that two very experienced fishermen invited a friend of them to fish. That friend didn’t know how would be a fishing at night.
He thought very strange those men leaving their houses when the afternoon was ending and they coming back home only the following day. He was dying to record that reality. In a book maybe, the night-at-night of that men.
Eventually the day has come. That’s the night. And the journalist followed the fishermen very happy. He was really happy and He was also afraid.
While the two fishermen wore simple clothes, their friend was wearing so many clothes he had looked an apiculturist. He made that to protect from mosquitoes and flies. His friends laughed at him. But he was quite aware about what he would face and said only:
Prevention is better than cure. And they all went to the mangrove, to the tide. Actually the fishing was a kind of farce. Therefore, they would have to leave their home when the night was starting, before the tide fill. They had to prepare and stick the wands in the mud covering the whole ditch; right away they would have to extend the long net over the wands, keeping it high while the tide was coming in. when it reached its level they would lower the net to get it caught by forks on bed of the river.
By the time the tide started to go out, it was time fishing. A very hoped moment. That was a slow and hard work, but they thought so natural they didn’t show any tiredness. While the journalist like a real writer sitting on the prow of the canoe with paper and pen in his hands, he didn’t even miss a detail. He recorded everything what he saw interesting in his report.
It was over than midnight when the tide started to leak. The net tied up by forks closed the whole ditch to confine all fish that the tide had brought. The researcher was observing by far, concentrated with such a wonderful spectacle made by those men and above all by the nature. Well the ditch was full of food, lots of fish: carapebas, carapicu, tainha, shrimp and much more. The canned new person saw that all effort made by those poor fishermen was worthwhile.
Really the two men had never seen so many fish. They thought even their friend was a very lucky man.
The night was very dark. There was a lighted oil lamp in other extremity of the canoe that was blown by the wind. The wind was blowing stronger and stronger and it blew the oil lamp out.
Now everything was utterly dark. Even the conscience of the researcher was dark. A quick sensation of fear-fright-horror took up his soul. But that sensation was soon attenuated when he saw a light in the dark. But he noticed the light came from inside the water. “Had it been the oil lamp that was lit and floating?” But the light came in the back flow of the water toward him. “How could that happen?” he was afraid, but he wanted to record that fantastic moment. After all, a good reporter couldn’t miss such an important opportunity. And the fear would be the only thing that couldn’t exist, he ought to control it.
He was quite aware, that light wasn’t the oil lamp when it had fallen on the river.
It was an intense, growing and destructive fire, burning mangroves and incredibly walking on the surface of the river. And the worst of all. The fire was going toward his friends. And it was strange they notice nothing at all. They were happy and enchanted by the enormous amount of fish along the ditch. He tried to cry in order to let his friend know about the danger. But he didn’t get.
His voice didn’t come out. He was voiceless in the end of world.
However, with some strength, tranquility and alive conscience he could leave the canoe and to reach dry land. He could still take a look behind and was afraid not to go back in time to save his friends. So, he started to run very fast. The fear made him run-fly in the clear-dark of the morning.
The clear of the tide served to light part of his way of despair up. His destination had a right direction.
When he got in the first phone booth called the emergency: 911
And the fire department got in the morning and in that moment he thought the fishermen were already ash.
Then, the men started to fight against the fire. It was a fire like all other. But, the firefighters couldn’t combat it; they had already put bigger fire out before. However, after over than thirty minutes trying to put the fire out the result was disappoint. They were beaten by the tide’s fire monster.
Definitely that wasn’t a common fire. Maybe it was really the supernatural fire many people talked about But neither the friend nor the firemen wanted to believe these stories. That was superstition. Things that the dwellers of that region believed. The investigator between the fear and the pleasure, paradoxically, recorded the cruel and melancholy way of his friends’ death. He also tried to record ipsis litteris the explicit despair of that professional workers, who very tired by trying to put the fire out decided to ask reinforcement by the radio. Well the tank truck was almost empty and the tragedy could increase too much destroying the mangrove.
The “friend-writer”, trying to relieve his tension carelessly struck a match to light the cigar. The unbreakeable and extraordinary hell went out suddenly like a miracle. Remaining only a private paradise’s dying flame in his hands in all that wastness of peace, of tranquility in his heart and in firefighters’ hearts. At last, ecstatic, voiceless and without understanding what was happing over there, they watched the men coming out unharmed of the bog, very happy, among the trees, with bags full of fish and the canoe full of provisions. And anybody didn’t notice that tidying up. And at distance one of them shouted saying:
“Well, my friend, you are too prepared. Just a lorry to carry all these fish!”
Later, the “writer” after thinking about the situation which he had asked one of the fishermen which kind of fire was that. The fisherman making fun of his friend, answered:
“That was the fire of the big potato, my dear! Didn’t you know?”
And he asked right away:
“Who did light the match?”
The friend, un-happy, feeling a hero on the contrary said:
Definitely, like a good and faithful writer, he didn’t omit the best part of his
THE MANGO TREE OF EIGHT:
THE LEGEND OF THE MAN WITHOUT A HEAD.
It is said that there is a mine under the mango tree of the eight. The men that tried to take it off one day got along badly. That happened a long time ago.
Two very courageous men decided to take that mine off anyway. They don’t care what would happen they would take it off, even though that action caused danger of death. But, there was a condition to take the mine off: It had to be Friday thirteenth, preferably at midnight when the moon was full.
The men were really decided. They were waiting the day, the time and the moon. They said goodbye to their relatives, friends and left for the adventure, as well as all single young people, excitement-seeker looking for wealth, they left taking the tools that they needed: shovels, picks, hoes and much more. The moon was in the center of sky and it lit up exactly the place in which the fortune was. Anybody didn’t need map. That was a very interesting thing. The “x” of the treasure was a hundred years old mango tree in which trunk there was an enormous hole. The so-called mango tree of the figure eight.
It was all ready. It was needed simply courageous people.
And the two men were very courageous as well as euphoric and bold. However it was exactly that free, ready and easy thing that scared nearly everybody. So hardly anybody tried to get rich. That is, until while didn’t show up courageous men, like that two.
The two men laughed very happy when they saw the place of the mine. It was so light that seemed day. They only needed to dig and within a few hours they would be rich. They started to work. When one of them was tired, the other took his place. And they carried on until touch on something, a soft thing, like the cover of a very old box.
They looked at one another and laughed for a long time in the night. They held themselves and jumped for joy singing this way:
“We are rich! We are rich!...” Well, they were bragging too much early. That is, before they measure what it’ll happen later.
When they took the sand off the cover of the box, they realized that it there was an odd thing. It was a drawing. It was a picture of two snakes forming a cross and in the middle of it, a skull with two guns in “x” therefore under, it was written: “congratulations! You’ve gotten the first part and to arrive at other part someone will have to die.”
“Who will die are you, I won’t!”
Both of them were already ready, one beside other within the hole. One with a shovel and the other the pick. Making silence and very carefully they decided to open the box together.
Who had the pick decided to destroy the old and rusty padlock; who had the shovel lifted the cover up and at once, very fast everyone caught one of the two guns from inside of the old box.
It was two old fire gaffe of a crossbow. They jumped up from the pit and at the same time they heard noise of the guns reverberating everywhere. The two snakes had held the leg of each of them in an accurate jump. The shots served to kill the snakes. There were two bullets in every gun. Now there was only one for each of them. And that it would decide who would win the duel. That would be a real and fatal duel.
. All was decided in seconds.
They were healthy, smart, fast and vivacious but also very ambitious young people.
The moon was the unique witness of that bewilderment. It lighted the imminent life of those two young people up. It was morning very early but it seemed day because it was too much bright.
They could see themselves through their eyes. They didn’t have any chance to throw. They were waiting only an opportunity. A carelessness. Only to open and to close eyes would be fatal, and everything would be determined.
When the moon stopped to be witness they decided the duel. When the moon appeared again, one of the young people was on the ground with a bullet in his heart. The other had only a scratch shot on his left breast.
The winning young man dying to get rich smiled for the last time and said:
“Now this box’ wealth will be only for me. Only for me!
I’m rich! I’m rich! Rich! Rich!”
He came down the ravine and started to work again. Alone this time!
He took the box out of the pit and realized that there was another box under that other. He could take it out of the pit very easily.
Then He saw that there was the other skull’s figure on the cover of the box. He was scared but his will to get rich was bigger than his fear.
He broke the padlock and when he opened the box his eyes dazzled because of the precious stones’ brightness and because of the moonlight radiating the last night of an moribund person. There were gold medal, trends, rubies, diamonds and lots of coins as well.
When all that is happening the young men is with his back turned to the dark hole on trunk of the mango tree of eight. When he was miles away, exactly of that hole come out a skull with such a sharp scythe that it shone with the moonlight and very fast: “Twiiissht”: cut his head off.
In this moment, a man without a head, like a crazy went out running all over the world saying, screaming very loud: “I am rich! I’m rich! Rich! Rich!