As it liked cinema! The cinema was the safe port to its almasensvel, sonhadora. Thoughtful, it came back to walk. Without direction, taken pelasreflexes. Later, it returned the house. E, silenced as always, was lain down.
In the neighboring bed, the irmodormia. Colored person. Well formed. Pretty. Different Protecting itself of the cold, quecrescera, he rolled himself.
Conjugated Noquarto, the mother was moved in the bed, insone. Thinking about the problematic son? Semtardar, the thick voice fulled the house: – Marieta? – Estouaqui, in the room, Seting. Ospassos hard. The opened door being. The whispered voices. The brother snoreing. Somebody walking in the sidewalk. Distant a dog barking. Well distant Adormecia. 2 To the bed, the reduced body, of bones piercing the skin, the rostoenrugado one, the grown nose, the eyes without brightness, the full cabeleira white e, avoz also unrecognizable, whispered: – voc, Fbio? Comosempre, in silence, avizinha of the stream bed. Disformepela illness, the cadavrico face turns over, looking it. the lean arm raises-see the trembling hand search, searchs. Eleentende and, as it was feared to magoar this hand presses it to devagar e, being human, without more containing itself It allows that the tears wash to it the faces cold. Next, old quiet witness of the hasty scene abandons the room and, nocorredor, is played in the arms of the other son, who fondles it the fine hair, branquinhos. – Temosde to be strong, mother. God wanted thus. Noquarto, the hand without heat frees to another one e, more than what never, silnciointerpe it enters both.