Old Cicero

If you stop here to remember I was a child, I would have forgotten, but actually prefer to keep. Deep down, deep. So I find myself today in the morning reading and suddenly stop, not that reading was bad, not that he was tired, being tired is already a condition to continue living my watch not to, seems to run.It was the memory ... The memory tiring stopped me. I went back in time, slipping through the curtain of the past. I not sought the first kiss, the first transaction, nor the time that he was naked in the bathroom and got me, but falls into the weirdest memory you can have. And just today. a second - hot fair any day.I was there he and I ... We both sat in front of the house that was half wood and half in masonry. Fruit of the old Cicero sweat. As a child I remember that we lived in the New Town neighborhood. Every family in a house that had room, living room and kitchen. The bathroom was in the backyard. At bedtime was the confusion for those who would pick the best place to sleep ... In the house of the Old Cicero was so, but he was always honest man, working and kept almost all of his expensive brave sweat.Was tapper, cut syringe, leave home before the sun came up and made the way the road back and forth. Custom wake up early led to life. What did the old man out of the interior and risk in the city was one of her daughters, she had the nickname Santa, santinha to friends. Santa never had doll and play was a risk. The old Cicero did not like to find their offspring away.One day a little friend of Santa won a rag doll and called him to play. Girl distracted by the doll she had never seen and probably never would have equal, forgot the time to return home. When the old man came and found Santa, she went nuts and went out on the small trail. Santa caught, caught, caught, caught both his mother Rosalina had to wash the girl's wounds with salt water.Santa screamed so loud that it would be better to have picked up a couple more days ... The pain would be lower. The tears gave way to anger and she swore. A DAY WILL ALTHOUGH PRA WELL AWAY. And he began to put his plan into practice. The old sin was that Cicero had an almost inseparable lover. Cachaça. If that day had not been so drunk perhaps. Just maybe, the small Santa had not been so marked.For the Santa grew and one day one of Rio Branco city girl arrived in the land of Feijó. There also met Santa girl. We made a proposal: GO TO WHITE RIVER. THERE YOU STUDYING. THERE WILL BE BETTER FOR YOU. Santa did not think much and accepted the invitation. It was time to honor what they promised. The younger brother Francisco noted everything. He did not believe that Santa had such courage to go home though. DOUBT! HAS COURAGE. Then she told him to wait the next day would go away never to return.At dawn the old Cicero left to cut syringe. Santa took his only calico dress and placed in a small cardboard suitcase. Francisco watched all silent. Incredulously. Santa went to the airport with dirt track, he was back. Still incredulous. She arrived and found a new friend, kissed Francisco and said: GOODBYE MY BROTHER.It was toward the twin-engine plane parked on the tarmac ... It by far was still looking at the innocence of being just a joke of Santa. Unbelief was filling his eyes with tears. In the background wanted to believe is not true. She sends the window goodbye. The pilot starts the engine in the aircraft puts into takeoff position. The plane is gaining speed. He runs after desperate. Grita. Cry compulsively. Santa does not listen, but also cries. Francisco loses his balance and falls kicking up dust with his body. And the distance will see the small plane gaining altitude.