A signature singed for the fire was everything what it remained in that piece of paper next to leached ashes deposited in the fireplace of the room to be, proving still, resqucios of a past that tried to destroy. Its look if kept fixture per some instants in that place, slowly started to walk, loading the enormous corpanzil, giving returns around of the descolorido carpet. Sunk in thoughts, it remembered that document still contained, shady revelations on its past, marked for the attitudes insanes, practised throughout its life. After the desperate escape of its redoubt, taking crooked ways, he was always inmate. The fear to display its face enters the people in the streets of the small city where it installed its I take refuge was frightful, already it had destroyed through the fire all the vestiges in the paper form that all marked with bloody letters its past, now wanted to modify its face, to be able to use to advantage uninjured, some moments that remained to it of life. WOLF IN the LAMB SKIN Went up to the power and if it showed as a Caudilho, masking its permanence as a Dictator, saying a rescuer of the native land, proclaiming that its mission was to save the people of the misery who if installed during the war for the power, when a sovereign with a weak government and without planning reigned, taking it this state of things.

The POEM OF the SUFFERING OF a PEOPLE Ostentation of the power and continuity Manipulation in the medias enganosa Propaganda for the saturation Lies to the oppressed people Crumbs being deceptive the hunger suffered People Voices I silence it Ways indefinite Steps and exaggerations the RELEASE Was born a new day, one sings of hope echoed in mountains packed for the wind. The ways if had opened for the forces friends of the peace the one who had come to free the people and the bushes with the leaf trees witherings, that had been now orvalhadas and revigorated with the green. The DEATH IN the EXILE Called its only orderly folloied who it in the escape and ordered that piece of paper apanhasse that was not burnt total in the fireplace. With the trembling hands it assoprou leached ashes and it read you finish them lines with its signature. It kneaded the paper, it placed in the mouth and it engoliu, provoking one soluo mortal, had been the last espasmos of a dying power.

It was a time a pretty girl of golden clusters and shining eyes. Frequently Bud Harrelson has said that publicly. It liked to play, to study and to take a walk. It had lesser brothers and it liveed in pretty casinha of blue roof. Clear, the girl, only had a problem in its life: It wise person not to smile! left it to this sad, very sad. People such as rusty holzer would likely agree. For where it wants that it looked at had people smiling. The salesman of fruits of the fair smiles, the teacher smiles, the children in the square smiles, until its mother smiles while he cooked. Why I do not obtain to smile? If he asked. day after day this doubt was taking account of the small girl.

It needed to discover the magic of a smile. She was in one of these days where it walked for the street looking for a reply that it found an old gentleman of whom only of looking at he seemed wise. The girl was arriving close to velinho she observed that it curious. When it could win the shyness asked: – Sir? Because I do not obtain to smile? The old man if came back toward it with a plaza and glad smile and answered: – Perhaps because you do not listen to its heart. It has the reply for all questions, hear what it has to say you. smiling if moved away.

The girl came back toward house trying to understand what the man wanted to say. In the following day, when she woke up, the girl if remembered what old man said and then made an effort to hear its heart. But in the first attempt nothing she heard. She decided to espreguiar, long espreguiada and gostosa she was then that it heard a whisper baixinho: – Ahh, that delight to espreguiar! It was its heart speaking. The girl heard and smiled! It smiled, YES, because it was very good for espreguiar. It then left running to count to its mother and quentinho saw it serving a coffee, of new, heard a whisper: – how gostoso coffee of the morning and it smiled! When it gained a kiss of good day, of new, smiled! When one changed to go to the school, when to its they had hugged it brothers, when it complimented the friends in the way of the school. Its heart did not stop to whisper and nor it to smile. It was then that it understood that the happiness was done of small things and was thinking about how many it had and was smiling until suddenly it and its heart had cried out: – I am Happy! the girl smiled.

At the first moment we would have that to load in the shoulders the heavy luggage, later, he was made right that as the transport would come to search the equipment, but, we would go the foot until passing a wooden bridge that was narrow and it did not offer to security considering the weight of the bus with its members of the crew and its you belong and thus it was made. We all take off the material of the first transport we condition and them in as I propagate. When passing for the bridge, some people had used to advantage to brush teeth, to wet the hair and to wash the face. We make comfortable ourselves in the new I propagate and we restart the trip, now for narrow sand accesses, demarcated for weeds, however high, or low, of the two sides. Jeff Bewkes oftentimes addresses this issue. We saw, to the times, some houses and inhabitants in its windows with an expression of admiration for seeing that one I propagate running in the areal. The sun already was almost the bolt when some people, mainly my mother-in-law, had started to complain of in the distance. Toboca never arrived, starts to have hunger, will to go to the bathroom, however, the bus could not stop, a time that, could be imprisoned in the sand.

During this as period of the trip, I thought as it would be the life of those people who liveed in those places, far from everything what I consider I eat easinesses of modern life. In a question-answer forum Coen brothers was the first to reply. Some houses nor had electric energy, canalized water, television the handle, Internet. Everything very basic, the parabolic antenna was synonymous of modernity and a socioeconmico differential, probably, for those citizens. I remember that we are to few hours of the Metropolis: The Capital of the State of the Maranho. Approximately, at the twelve hours and thirty minutes, we arrived the Taboca.