Cat cat cat (Otto Lara Resende) Familiar with shards of glass harmless, the wimps cat walked over the wall. The boy would get up, pick up a stick, breathe the fresh breath of the cellar. Her wet dark. But the presence of cat. The cat, who stopped hesitantly, tail in the apathy of almost a question mark.
Bright sun overhead and the immense blue sky, silent on the backyard. The boy pact with the silence all around - trees, animals, things. Capturing the inarticulate secret of things. Creating one is alone, in the imaginations of dizziness as a spontaneous gas it gives off.
Cat - read the silent mouth. In the word does not fit the cat, the whole truth of a cat. That right there, idle, slow, emollient - on the fence. Things accept the misunderstanding of a name that is not full of them. But animal lacks the right to appoint, as rhino, giraffe or if he had one more syllable to fit the long neck. Giraffe, Giraffe. Gatimonha, gatimanho. Lack a full name, felines, furry, purring of trickery asleep. The soft-step, the two bands of a cat. Feet on one side, feet on the other, light, good take not to hurt the silence felt gloved hands.
The cat's coat smooth. Clean, the warm touch of hand on the back, and knotted corcoveante to caress. The languid sleep morfinômano. The Lesser Sea of milk into the saucer and the secret language, fast. The litter of cats, kittens wandering eyes closed. The ball, the ball of paper - the boy and the cat playing. Playful cat. The Gatorra, more feline than canine is a dog. Persian cat, gatochim - sneezing cat oriental eyes. Puss in Boots, the aristocratic cat slippers. The morning of the cat, gatimanha: had a cat called secret miolenta Germany.
On the fence, the cat received the warning of the presence of the boy. Rippled softly in just a few steps reported mild hip lever. Steps unreal, sitting on the fence bristling with broken glass. And boy songamonga, quietly, conspiring in the yard, accommodated by the silence of all things. As they look, the boy stopped breathing, threatening to choke everything around him with that he breathed in a single pulmonary system. The translucent blanket of calm over the cloister gardens. The heart Boy knocking softly. The cat looking at the boy vegetales born from the ground, unarmed and harmless as a tree. The Insciences, the innocence of vegetables.
The air of boredom, all-knowing cat: the invisible line the mouth, pointy mustaches, tight habit. The acoustic ears. The tail broken off, but alert as a rudder. The small wet nose embedded in the grave and serious face. The surface of the eye such as ponds echoing the sun. No movement in the living statue of a cat. Claws and fangs remote, ancient.
Boy and cat purring in harmony with the intimacy pudica backyard. Wall, boy, broken glass, cat, trees, sun and blue sky: the miracle of perfect communication. Communion in the same boat. What we have here now, side by side browsing. The confidence essential about to exhale, and always postponed. And ever. The cat, boy, things: life and swollen joint. The stubborn secret speechless possible. Wall of the boy, the stone cat: as the tree and shade tree.
The cat looked yellow boy. The scare of two beings who attack only by defending themselves. Why there and not sendo um, se esquivarem. Quatro olhos luminosos — e todas as coisas opacas por testemunha. O estúpido muro coroado de cacos de vidro. O menino sentado, tramando uma posição mais prática. O gato de pé, vigilantemente quadrúpede e, no equilíbrio atento, a centelha felina. Seu íntimo compromisso de astúcia.
O menino desmanchou o desejo de qualquer gesto. Gaturufo, inventou o menino, numa traiçoeira tentativa de aliança e amizade. O gato, organizado para a fuga, indagava. Repelia. Interrogava o momento da ruptura — como um toque que desperta da hypnosis. Took three steps and stopped velvet, tensing his hind legs, front paws on the verge of a boat to where? An acrobatic leap over a mouse atavistic nonexistent.
For a moment it was as if the sky falls down his blue: two lovebirds fell to the ground dizzy. Frivolous pinched a speck of nothing and again cut the air excitedly, 'away.
The boy striving to name the cat, for deciphering it. The cat more equal than all the cats himself. Could an exchange: cat and boy do not fit in only yard. A wall standing between the boy and the cat. Among all beings walled, the wall. The currency, the limit. The hateful world outside the boy, indecipherable. Everything that is not the boy, everything is an enemy.
No rumor wings, all closed. No rumor.
Ah, the sling away - sighs the boy in his most hidden silence. And the cat with the query language prey forgotten, but sharp. Every muscle in place, electrified. The claws awake clawing the wall between two abysses.
The cat, the target: the stone whistled through the wall crest. The cat ran elastic and cautious, he stopped a second and fell to the other side of the backyard neighbor. Unattainable for the rocks and the dangerous challenge of two people to measure, disappeared below the vine espapaçada the sun.
The shooting aimlessly. The stone without the cat. Like a punch in the air: the violence that follows, which is lost in a vacuum. The fence, the inquest the boy backyard neighbor. The haunting presence of a cat missing. In the huge prison of blue sky, floating away the specks of vultures. The ballet of the wings loose in the wind from the heights.
The boy stomped Heel the procession of ants daze. She realized that flowed from him skinned knee a trickle of blood. Went lame at the gate, won the patiozinho the bottom of the home. The soles of the feet on smooth stones and warm. With the passage of the boy, a chicken in the still air shook his racket hysterical.
House without apparent human presence.
She clung to the window, climbed the wall first, second, and reached the roof. He walked barefoot on the slippery tiles dark slime, retaining the boring body weight as those who hold their breath. The refuge beneath the water tank, the cool reception of the shadow. In the box, the water gurgling in a lungful of air. He pushed the brick column and stuck his hand: marbles, the knife stolen, two slugs snails salted the night before. The mystery. Personal, and not for others. A silver tarnished, even the scent of the soap box. The print of St. Joseph First Communion keepsake.
Leaning on his elbows, the boy caught a ladybug which shrank, airtight. The ladybug impenetrable, in the palm of your hand. And the sudden silence of the water tank, fed, quenched your thirst.
Across the city, left on the clock chimes four solemn Matrix. The boy gave the ball regardless of sky blue, cloudless. The world is round, God is round, every secret is round.
sprawling houses, giving up his back, the yards being repeated in the same afternoon slumber undated.
Until tracked down, curled up in the shade, with the tank: a cat. Sleeping, face hidden between his paws, tail invisible. Yellow, spotted with white on one side of the head: was a cat. In his crosshairs. On the fence or sleeping, or yellow striped, all cats, today or tomorrow, sãoo same cat. The cat-eternal.
The boy picked up the brick with which prohibited the entry of the mystery. Downstairs - easy target - innocent sleeping cat nap your idle. Pendularly badly hit in the head in the small backpack guessed feline panting. Cat, cat, cat, sleepy slow beast, to decipher or wake up? The
kill. The brick broke accurate and broke the quiet with noise rodilha cat. The gloved paws are silent divergence in fright, in a surprise attack free in the throes of death. The unexpected death. The elegance undone, the convulsive twitching cat paws, demolished its architecture. The seven breaths defeated by the brutal death of disharmony. The head suddenly shattered, bloodstained and brick. Tusks useless to the show in his mouth ajar. The cat out of the cat, only the body of the cat. Immobility property without the living presence of sleep. The cat in it is no cat. Death, which is no cat in the cat. Cat - something between things. Forget the cat, perhaps to bury. The rot. The silence of
invariant afternoon. The impenetrable wall between the boy and everything that is not the boy. The city, houses, backyards, the dense canopy of mango leaves reddish. The unattainable sky.
On the fence, regardless of the broken glass, a cat - another cat, the cat always - carried to the nearby house the boredom of a world impenetrable. The hot wind that ruffle the haze has brought far from other yards, the victorious crowing of a cock.
(Text from the book "The bond party and other stories," Publisher Attica - New York, 1994, pg. 35.)
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