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Chained

Paulo Mendes Campos

Who collects stamps for the son's friend, who wakes at dawn and shudders in disgust yourself by remembering that for many years struck he loved, and who cries at the movies to see the reunion of father and son, who holds no fear and a lizard makes a caress with the fingers, and who stands in the way to see the best wildflower, who laughs at their own wrinkles , who decides to apply himself to the study of a dead language after a failure sentimental seekers in the city traces of the city now, and whoever is left touching the symbol door closed, sewing clothes for whom Lazarus, who sends dolls to the daughters of Lazarus, who tells a little visit family: My dad just loved this chair, who sends books to prisoners, who are moved to see that go from white head or that, or master teacher, who was the beast of the college, who chooses to sell fresh vegetables for the canary, who remembers every day of the dead, who never neglects the rites of friendship, and who guard if offered her , the lighter that no longer work, and who, not having the habit of drinking, turn your phone on the second international whiskey in order to chat with a friend or girlfriend, who collects rocks, bottles and withered branches; who spend more than ten minutes to perform magic for children, who keep the letters of engagement with a tape, who knows how to build a good fire, and whoever comes in delicate trance in front of old trunks, mosses and lichens of: who seeks to decipher the design of the glyph of the timber there, and who is not shy of finding the going down of the sun perfection: he loosed into a smile at the sight of a waterfall, and who takes seriously the ocean liners that pass, those who visit the places they were alone was happy or unhappy, and who suddenly frees the birds from the pond, who feels sorry for the loved one and can not explain why, guess who thinks the thought of the horse, they are all convicts tenderness and walk everywhere in chains, tied to trap small loves of land.

Text excerpted from "The Drunken Angel," Sabia Publisher - Rio de Janeiro, 1969, pg. 105.