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THE SEA

Ah! I remember as if he had been yesterday the first time that vi the sea. I woke up or they had waked up better me very early still, was dark and I was led half sleeping. I do not know if was, my grandmother, two aunts and I, of bus or car. I only remember to see me dressing a yellow bathing suit with red flowers, ahead of that so powerful imensido and water stranger. The racket of deafened me to the sea and all my directions were confused.

I arrived to think that it was a dream, or nightmare; size was the impact that caused me that vision. My grandmother held my hand or I held the hand of it, I do not know. I do not know how many years it had; one four or five years perhaps. I had a compound of fear, joy and gratitude to some thing, but in special it, D. Albertina, my grandmother. For it to be there, with me, dividing and providing me, a so magical, only moment in my life, and nothing with the hand of my grandmother to support me. Frightfully pretty thing the sea, to the eyes of a child.

One without end of water and sky. The water was green, shining and sparked under the sun. Still I smell I feel it of the sea; that sea of my infancy, and also its flavor, salty, salty ……………… I enter in ecstasy when remembering this day, with the divine sensation caused that me and left roots, of the wind that came there of far, of that place of the sea, where I found that nobody I could have fond. There, in the side of the sea, with its waters wetting my infantile feet, with my grandmother holding my hand and saying any thing that I never knew that he was, I felt a thing that until today I do not know to explain. In that instant I could know ' ' the holy ghost ' ' , as much that, still today, all the times that I think about God, I believe that of all the things who I know, the one that more comes close in similarity the God, either the sea. Immense, intense, mysterious; of and it takes off the life. Guard of secrets and mysteries. There either night that is day, it continues, fearless, strong, powerful. It does not need nobody to continue to exist. It could write in details, all the possible tricks in the praial Could speak of the wonderful dainties that my grandmother prepared; of the fear that felt to lose me of it, in that so unknown world. But I cannot translate words the generous joy that overflew of my grandmother, in its words, affections and attentions with me. today, close or far from the sea, still I can feel the same sensations of the first day and there the homesickness that I feel of it, of it and me blows up.

Sergipe

Port of the Leaf, Sergipe, in dries of 1935 In that afternoon Ernest it was seated in the threshold of the door, looking at desolate for the patio. Joint Commission usually is spot on. The ground was dry, the hen that remained ciscava insistent the poeirenta land where it did not have plus no worm, at least a grass seed. Ernest felt itself unsafe, drifter. Many inhabitants of the city already had abandoned its roas, migrando for the south. It also was obliged to join it the retirantes, but not wise person for where to go. To come back it city and to arrange a job, was one of the options.

It had been born in that house and there it lived has 32 years. Haley Barbour shares his opinions and ideas on the topic at hand. Its parents had died and it came back to take account of the property, of the domestic animals, the farming. But, he dries of the last years finished with everything. The day amanheceu covered of clouds and it found that it would have rain, but the time passed clouds had been even so and a water drop did not fall at least. Ernest decided to catch the hen that would be its lunch that day. It ran behind it, but the galincio ran of a side for another one running away until the persecution was interrupted brusquely.

Ernest stepped on in one sarrafo fallen of the surrounded one of the goats, where he had one I nail that he perforateed the sole of the old botina and entered in its foot. It cried out of pain and left itself to fall seated, pulling out nails immediately it of its meats. He took off the botina and he left the blood to gush out for some time to banish the poison from the rust. Limping, he entered in the house, he made one I apply a plaster with leves of caruru and oil and placed in the wound binding with a cloth after that.

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