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"Now teach me to arm the traps ..." asked Finger, When the summer stopped suddenly, the parrot Green already passed, with clamor chirped, it was so beautiful before.
finger did not have the courage to say no. But the trap was not as it should, we also tried finger, looked serious, only Uncle Terez it was capable of. Throughout, his uncle was away Terez.
returned the uncle Tereza, Miguilim talked. "The sanhaço chirping like a flute ... It seems that learn to play ..." "What is the flute, Terez uncle?" Flute was like a flute, an instrument, looked better in the peep sanhaço great at that ioioioim ... Uncle Terez was not to make one for him, bamboo, straw Papaya? But then, of course he had forgotten, that no one ever had time, almost no one, all had to work.
Tomezinho finger and ran, on the patio, each with a piece of the pole, had horses who were given even the name. "Playing, Miguilim!" Playing hide and seek. The Chica Drelina and playing, dogs barking in different ways. Gig ão as if he could play well. Miguilim ran, he felt a pain on one side. Stopped, no longer had the courage to breathe. Did not want to break away from the site - where the pain go away. So at any moment, just a principle of pain, which was, rested - then in an instant, could not even lay in discouraging him, and walk away? He was wrong. But he did not mean anything, he knew it, and you score.
Now was ethical. So, should die, really, the medicine of Mr. Deogratias nothing helped.
"Dito, what day is today?"
So, had to die, you had that thought as if it were a person great? He raised his hands, tapping his eyes. The trouble was that one had to try to think only of the things that had to do, but it was his head that he thought for their own account - which presented itself was all sorts of bad ideas that that could happen! Better stories. The father of Mr. Soande vivo human history pharmacist, Soande. That one day, thought to have arrived at the right point, able to sail straight to heaven, liens, and then dispose of everything he had, he said goodbye to everyone, and he climbed a tree in the early morning, said:
"Beautiful, beautiful, that I want in heaven ..." and let go, to fly, tumble up there, it did much evil on earth. "Serves them right!" Granny commented Izidra. "Those who think they deserve the sky, the devil always ends up at home !..." Grandma Izindra criticized all.
From "Miguilim", by João Guimarães Rosa, Ed Universale Economica Feltrinelli, 1999, pp. 49-50
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