I had a good life at this time …. A good house , my library with almost one thousand titles, a garden and a special fireplace…. Beautiful and so huge as a in castle place…. I don’t know why i always loved the fireplace i think it is cozy…. As i never had someone by my side…. Yes i was a solitaire man. A scientist and a observer of life and people. Taking my notes all the chance i had. For what? I don’t know. Maybe to be here, writing again.
I cant give more details about the time or the real place, where we lived , the real names, the city… because some peoples still are alive. I hope you understand…. All you have to know is was a long time ago and in a place without resources as we know on this times …. Farmers and home maid and kids playing in that dusted road.
I’ve heard about my neighbor pregnancy …. People talk about that on the old gas station a bar open all night long. The only place to talk, find friends and drink a good local beer to refresh for the sun… They said She was expecting 3 or 4 babies …. The doctor had heard the characteristic sound of four heart and affirmed…Yes they are four…
I knew her… When she passed in front my farmer riding a horse every day as crazy woman as a Amazon…. With leathers, hat and a big smile freely to all to see as she were a man…
Well, the last two months i did not see her anymore and i thought was because she is on at advancing stage.. by this days at the end or at the new beginning. Anyway i did not care…. I was an intruder, a traveler an observer just that… Never interfering just observing… I was a scientist a searcher for news species …. That give me pleasure! The study, how the social implications of a new species or the cause of their destruction impairs the environment . How can i fix it…. I was a man trying to define and why not to say bring a certain balance at this land and i worked very hard during all my life with my research …. But there again, it is not important….
What its important to say that was a place very very strange. A place where some families were very religious and they had unfounded and irrational superstition….. Was very common to see in each ranch a traditional and old tree… In the front of the yard….
the more oldest the tree the more important the family and respected they were.. I am not mentioned about money although all the families there were wealthy. No, what really mattered was the name, the tradition given by the ancient tree. Who came first, who fulfilled the doctrine believed as divine authority…..Who produce the “best fruit” . So we’ll see my friend, we’ll see….
And when he birthed they asked themselves… Who failed? Who has not realized the duties? Who deserves such anomaly?
And alienated of all questions and terror He came to the world. In all that downpour. Soaking the bad, the Ipê floor, in waves, water springing up from the mother as a uninterrupted source. I had to run out from the room to try catch the water baby…. He was thrown with such and indefinable force out of the room as if he were surfing on a big wave.
They don’t told me. I was there…. I saw the baby birth and i remember very well…