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 really 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 satisfation, 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 pitty 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.
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