"Ao acordar, neblina fria
Condensando na janela
Admirei, como era bela
Com jeito de fantasia
Encobrindo a luz do dia
Levantei-me, a fim de ver
Branco era o amanhecer
A paisagem se escondia
Cobertor, deixei cair
E tão só me encontro aqui
Calafrios não só meus
A neblina, deixei ir
Em meu espelho, logo vi
Nada além dos olhos teus"
(Miriade)
...
Ao escrever esse poema, pensei. Muitas mudanças estão por vir, muitas oportunidades passarão diante de nós. Estamos em um ano de decisões importantes, decisões que moldarão o nosso futuro previsível.
É hora de tirar a neblina de nossos olhos.
- Laila.
sábado, 31 de maio de 2014
quarta-feira, 21 de maio de 2014
Pode isso, produção?
Soube, por alguns amigos, da nova onda de protestos em São Paulo.
Antes mesmo que eles me contassem, alguns sinais já haviam sido emitidos - ao comparecer à minha aula habitual no cursinho, descobri que quase 70% da classe não havia ido. Confusa, perguntei a um colega se ele sabia de alguma coisa. Ele me disse, então, que vários ônibus não estavam funcionando. Terminais inteiros haviam sido paralisados, creio que até agora são nove. Algumas poucas empresas atuavam com um número de veículos operantes muito inferior ao usual, e isso afetou a cidade como um todo.
Posso até não saber como é o cotidiano das pessoas que dependem dos ônibus para ir trabalhar ou mesmo estudar, mas posso imaginar que é, de certa forma, difícil. Muitas pessoas vivem sob horários rígidos e inflexíveis, muitos estudantes também enfrentam dificuldades, e a paralisação dos ônibus não lhes traz qualquer benefício. Pelo que sei, milhares de pessoas estão sendo prejudicadas. Dizem, ainda, que há pessoas cortando cabos de energia dos veículos e furando pneus. Eu me pergunto, qual é o objetivo de tudo isso? Pode isso, produção?
Se a intenção é verdadeiramente protestar, ou até mesmo reivindicar alguma coisa, tenho certeza absoluta de que existem maneiras muito mais criativas de se fazer isso, maneiras que não prejudiquem o cotidiano atribulado de tantos cidadãos. A solução não é apenas gritar - palavras ao vento são como folhas no outono, logo são esquecidas. Atitudes devem ser tomadas, porém todo protesto eficiente requer planejamento. Sem organização, não há reivindicação.
Eu penso que sim, deve haver reivindicações e protestos nesta árdua busca por direitos que nós enfrentamos todos os dias, mas, para que haja êxito, é necessário haver planejamento. Até mesmo as greves precisam ter foco, um objetivo, uma meta única e essencial a ser estabelecida, para que o propósito das pessoas ali não se perca nem mesmo com a presença dos baderneiros inconvenientes. Nós precisamos encontrar uma maneira de nos expressarmos de modo eficiente sem a necessidade de depredar o patrimônio público ou utilizar a violência.
Nós vivemos em um país difícil, as boas ideias precisam amadurecer. É como comer uma banana - você pode descascá-la e comê-la enquanto ainda está verde, mas será um desperdício, pois o gosto dela será ruim. O ideal é esperar, planejar, organizar, deixá-la amadurecer, até que esteja no ponto e possa ser ingerida com um gosto mais agradável.
E ainda há a previsão de greve no Metrô. Segundo round...
- Laila.
Antes mesmo que eles me contassem, alguns sinais já haviam sido emitidos - ao comparecer à minha aula habitual no cursinho, descobri que quase 70% da classe não havia ido. Confusa, perguntei a um colega se ele sabia de alguma coisa. Ele me disse, então, que vários ônibus não estavam funcionando. Terminais inteiros haviam sido paralisados, creio que até agora são nove. Algumas poucas empresas atuavam com um número de veículos operantes muito inferior ao usual, e isso afetou a cidade como um todo.
Posso até não saber como é o cotidiano das pessoas que dependem dos ônibus para ir trabalhar ou mesmo estudar, mas posso imaginar que é, de certa forma, difícil. Muitas pessoas vivem sob horários rígidos e inflexíveis, muitos estudantes também enfrentam dificuldades, e a paralisação dos ônibus não lhes traz qualquer benefício. Pelo que sei, milhares de pessoas estão sendo prejudicadas. Dizem, ainda, que há pessoas cortando cabos de energia dos veículos e furando pneus. Eu me pergunto, qual é o objetivo de tudo isso? Pode isso, produção?
Se a intenção é verdadeiramente protestar, ou até mesmo reivindicar alguma coisa, tenho certeza absoluta de que existem maneiras muito mais criativas de se fazer isso, maneiras que não prejudiquem o cotidiano atribulado de tantos cidadãos. A solução não é apenas gritar - palavras ao vento são como folhas no outono, logo são esquecidas. Atitudes devem ser tomadas, porém todo protesto eficiente requer planejamento. Sem organização, não há reivindicação.
Eu penso que sim, deve haver reivindicações e protestos nesta árdua busca por direitos que nós enfrentamos todos os dias, mas, para que haja êxito, é necessário haver planejamento. Até mesmo as greves precisam ter foco, um objetivo, uma meta única e essencial a ser estabelecida, para que o propósito das pessoas ali não se perca nem mesmo com a presença dos baderneiros inconvenientes. Nós precisamos encontrar uma maneira de nos expressarmos de modo eficiente sem a necessidade de depredar o patrimônio público ou utilizar a violência.
Nós vivemos em um país difícil, as boas ideias precisam amadurecer. É como comer uma banana - você pode descascá-la e comê-la enquanto ainda está verde, mas será um desperdício, pois o gosto dela será ruim. O ideal é esperar, planejar, organizar, deixá-la amadurecer, até que esteja no ponto e possa ser ingerida com um gosto mais agradável.
E ainda há a previsão de greve no Metrô. Segundo round...
- Laila.
sábado, 17 de maio de 2014
De que são feitos os sonhos?
"Sonhos são como folhas de outono
Mudando de cor
Inconstantes, feitos do encontro
Entre razão e amor
São feitos de lembranças antigas
Recolhidas
Histórias que nos foram contadas
Queridas
Sonhos são promessas, imagens, alegria
Esvaem-se com a luz do dia"
(Miriade)
...
Este poema surgiu na minha cabeça em um intervalo de cinco segundos. A inspiração é inconstante.
Ah, se alguém estava acompanhando a história "The Crystal Dolphin" e desejar novos capítulos, por gentileza registre seu pedido nos comentários.
If someone was following the story "The Crystal Dolphin" and wants new chapters, please register your request in the comments.
- Laila.
Mudando de cor
Inconstantes, feitos do encontro
Entre razão e amor
São feitos de lembranças antigas
Recolhidas
Histórias que nos foram contadas
Queridas
Sonhos são promessas, imagens, alegria
Esvaem-se com a luz do dia"
(Miriade)
...
Este poema surgiu na minha cabeça em um intervalo de cinco segundos. A inspiração é inconstante.
Ah, se alguém estava acompanhando a história "The Crystal Dolphin" e desejar novos capítulos, por gentileza registre seu pedido nos comentários.
If someone was following the story "The Crystal Dolphin" and wants new chapters, please register your request in the comments.
- Laila.
terça-feira, 13 de maio de 2014
The Crystal Dolphin (part 6)
"The sun's rays became milder. Some people at the beach were literally red.
The glow reflected by the ocean's water remembered Nathan about the trip he once did with his parents to the United States. It was a Christmas gift, a trip to Disney. Apart from visiting the parks, they also spent some days at the coast, contemplating those beautiful American beaches from the top of the cliffs.
Nathan and his cousins were walking on the wet sand so they could be reached by the wet and salty fingers of the waves which were crashing on the shore. Soraya was talking with aunt Lívia about something that they weren't interested in. Renata was focused on tormenting uncle Bruno, jumping on his back and throwing water on his face. Taísa was walking next to Nathan. Maybe she was a little more quiet, and that made her a more pleasant company.
Paulo was walking on a sand strip a little far from them, where the sand was dry and too fluffy to walk on. His feet were sinking and there weren't pretty shells to collect. In a strange way, Nathan felt no desire to be near him.
- Ta - he called - Do you think there's something wrong with my dad?
She gave a quick look at her uncle.
- He looks very thoughtful - she pointed - I'd risk to say that he seems to be upset. Did anything happen?
- He has been like that to me during the last three or four years - Nathan explained - Since I broke a crystal dolphin that he had.
The girl's eyes widened, but Nathan found no plausible reason for that.
- The crystal dolphin? Did you break it? - she questioned - Well, I'd say that it's a good enough reason for him to be like that.
- But it was just a garnish - the boy said - Maybe I can find another that's equal, so I can compensate him.
- That dolphin was a gift, Nathan. A very important gift - she explained - It cannot be compensated or even replaced.
He didn't reply. He let his gaze wander until it finds the ocean again, whose waters were calmly reflecting the glow of the sun rays."
...
- Laila.
The glow reflected by the ocean's water remembered Nathan about the trip he once did with his parents to the United States. It was a Christmas gift, a trip to Disney. Apart from visiting the parks, they also spent some days at the coast, contemplating those beautiful American beaches from the top of the cliffs.
Nathan and his cousins were walking on the wet sand so they could be reached by the wet and salty fingers of the waves which were crashing on the shore. Soraya was talking with aunt Lívia about something that they weren't interested in. Renata was focused on tormenting uncle Bruno, jumping on his back and throwing water on his face. Taísa was walking next to Nathan. Maybe she was a little more quiet, and that made her a more pleasant company.
Paulo was walking on a sand strip a little far from them, where the sand was dry and too fluffy to walk on. His feet were sinking and there weren't pretty shells to collect. In a strange way, Nathan felt no desire to be near him.
- Ta - he called - Do you think there's something wrong with my dad?
She gave a quick look at her uncle.
- He looks very thoughtful - she pointed - I'd risk to say that he seems to be upset. Did anything happen?
- He has been like that to me during the last three or four years - Nathan explained - Since I broke a crystal dolphin that he had.
The girl's eyes widened, but Nathan found no plausible reason for that.
- The crystal dolphin? Did you break it? - she questioned - Well, I'd say that it's a good enough reason for him to be like that.
- But it was just a garnish - the boy said - Maybe I can find another that's equal, so I can compensate him.
- That dolphin was a gift, Nathan. A very important gift - she explained - It cannot be compensated or even replaced.
He didn't reply. He let his gaze wander until it finds the ocean again, whose waters were calmly reflecting the glow of the sun rays."
...
- Laila.
domingo, 11 de maio de 2014
One Direction #Whereweare
Então, preciso falar de ontem à noite.
Foi demais! Tive a oportunidade de prestigiar o show que a banda One Direction fez em São Paulo, no Estádio do Morumbi. Fui acompanhada de um grande amigo, que me comprou o ingresso e me protegeu da multidão de fãs. Ora, eu sou baixinha. Elas podiam me esmagar.
Ficamos esperando uma média de três horas, pouco mais que isso, até que a banda de abertura começasse. Eles se chamam P9 - esquisito - e, contrariando minhas expectativas, são muito bons. Essa banda de abertura é composta por integrantes brasileiros, mas que também fazem músicas em inglês, e foi este o ponto interessante da banda. Além disso, foi passada uma playlist ótima, com músicas como "Troublemaker", "Roar" e "Salute".
Eu e meu amigo ficamos nas arquibancadas, em um ponto razoavelmente alto, de modo que a visão era ampla, mas fazia muito frio. Ventava muito, de modo que roubei um dos casacos dele para não congelar. Além do mais, todo lugar tem seus inconvenientes - uma das meninas atrás de nós não parava nunca de dar gritinhos histéricos e desafinados, e eu não podia pedir para ela calar a boca sem parecer grossa. E, alguns minutos antes do início do show, começou a chover forte, de modo que eu e meu amigo tivemos que comprar capas de chuva às pressas e ficar ali, encolhidos, até a chuva acalmar. Quando a chuva finalmente cedeu, as luzes se apagaram.
Eles vieram.
UAU! Não tenho palavras para descrever o que foi aquilo! Os meninos foram tão simpáticos conosco, sempre nos lembrando de que adoram o Brasil (ok, tenho minhas dúvidas) e que nós fomos um dos melhores públicos que eles já tiveram. Eles ganharam camisetas oficiais da Copa do Pelé, que lhes gravou um vídeo, e após o intervalo o Niall apareceu vestido com sua camiseta. O Harry estava com a dele nos ombros, e eles carregavam uma bandeira brasileira. Eles ficaram com ela enquanto cantavam "Little Things" e foi maravilhoso. "Kiss You" e "Live While We're Young" foram as músicas que mais levantaram a plateia. Várias pessoas seguravam pequenos bastões que piscavam luzes coloridas, como vermelho, azul, branco e verde, e quando apagaram as luzes do estádio, a visão era linda! Era como um grande mar de pontinhos coloridos!
No bis, a principal música foi "Story of My Life", linda e incrível, houve até harmonia quando o público cantou. Ah, e o Harry até ameaçou abaixar a calça para nos mostrar a tatuagem do Brasil que havia feito, mas desistiu, e fiquei brava por isso.
Voltem mais vezes, rapazes. Serão sempre bem-vindos.
- Laila.
Foi demais! Tive a oportunidade de prestigiar o show que a banda One Direction fez em São Paulo, no Estádio do Morumbi. Fui acompanhada de um grande amigo, que me comprou o ingresso e me protegeu da multidão de fãs. Ora, eu sou baixinha. Elas podiam me esmagar.
Ficamos esperando uma média de três horas, pouco mais que isso, até que a banda de abertura começasse. Eles se chamam P9 - esquisito - e, contrariando minhas expectativas, são muito bons. Essa banda de abertura é composta por integrantes brasileiros, mas que também fazem músicas em inglês, e foi este o ponto interessante da banda. Além disso, foi passada uma playlist ótima, com músicas como "Troublemaker", "Roar" e "Salute".
Eu e meu amigo ficamos nas arquibancadas, em um ponto razoavelmente alto, de modo que a visão era ampla, mas fazia muito frio. Ventava muito, de modo que roubei um dos casacos dele para não congelar. Além do mais, todo lugar tem seus inconvenientes - uma das meninas atrás de nós não parava nunca de dar gritinhos histéricos e desafinados, e eu não podia pedir para ela calar a boca sem parecer grossa. E, alguns minutos antes do início do show, começou a chover forte, de modo que eu e meu amigo tivemos que comprar capas de chuva às pressas e ficar ali, encolhidos, até a chuva acalmar. Quando a chuva finalmente cedeu, as luzes se apagaram.
Eles vieram.
UAU! Não tenho palavras para descrever o que foi aquilo! Os meninos foram tão simpáticos conosco, sempre nos lembrando de que adoram o Brasil (ok, tenho minhas dúvidas) e que nós fomos um dos melhores públicos que eles já tiveram. Eles ganharam camisetas oficiais da Copa do Pelé, que lhes gravou um vídeo, e após o intervalo o Niall apareceu vestido com sua camiseta. O Harry estava com a dele nos ombros, e eles carregavam uma bandeira brasileira. Eles ficaram com ela enquanto cantavam "Little Things" e foi maravilhoso. "Kiss You" e "Live While We're Young" foram as músicas que mais levantaram a plateia. Várias pessoas seguravam pequenos bastões que piscavam luzes coloridas, como vermelho, azul, branco e verde, e quando apagaram as luzes do estádio, a visão era linda! Era como um grande mar de pontinhos coloridos!
No bis, a principal música foi "Story of My Life", linda e incrível, houve até harmonia quando o público cantou. Ah, e o Harry até ameaçou abaixar a calça para nos mostrar a tatuagem do Brasil que havia feito, mas desistiu, e fiquei brava por isso.
Voltem mais vezes, rapazes. Serão sempre bem-vindos.
- Laila.
sábado, 10 de maio de 2014
The Crystal Dolphin (part 5)
"Taísa was scouring some drawers.
She was getting angry because she wasn't finding what she was looking for, and the worst part was that she had no idea about the location of it.
- Re - she grumbled with her head inside the wardrobe - Have you seen my bikini?
- Which one, nuts?
- The one with the silver brooch in the middle of the bra - she said.
- Check the other bathroom - her sister suggested.
She snorted and started to search again for the precious bikini. She wasn't sure about the reason why she wanted to use it so bad on that day. It was a Christmas gift, from the worst Christmas of her entire life. The day when that bikini turned into the most special of all her things. She even had to wait for some years until she was bigger enough to use it. However, she quickly decided to lock that part of her mind where the thoughts she didn't want to have were escaping. No. She wasn't going to think about that. Not anymore.
- Nathan!
Without noticing, she bumped into her cousin. He was already taller than Renata. His messy hair was making him look like a younger boy. On his face, she could perfectly see the Italian traces from his mother's family, like the strong jaw and those bushy eyebrows.
- Sorry, I didn't see you - she said.
She entered the bathroom and started to search. She noticed that he had followed her.
- What are you looking for?
- My bikini - she answered - My favorite one. I wanted to use it today but I don't know where it is.
- How does it look like? - he asked.
- It's blue with a lot of green-ocean spots - she explained, looking at him. She put a finger between her breasts - And it has a silver brooch right here.
- I know where it is - Nathan said.
He went back to his bedroom, followed by his cousin, and opened one of the smalls drawers of the dresser in the corner of the wall. There it was. Taísa grabbed it.
- Glad it's here - she sighed - Thank you.
- Why were you so desperate to find it? - he replied - It's just a bikini, and you have a lot of them.
- This one is special - she said. Seizing the opportunity, she kissed him on the cheek. He looked surprised about that gesture.
One day you'll understand, she thought while returning to her bedroom."
...
- Laila.
She was getting angry because she wasn't finding what she was looking for, and the worst part was that she had no idea about the location of it.
- Re - she grumbled with her head inside the wardrobe - Have you seen my bikini?
- Which one, nuts?
- The one with the silver brooch in the middle of the bra - she said.
- Check the other bathroom - her sister suggested.
She snorted and started to search again for the precious bikini. She wasn't sure about the reason why she wanted to use it so bad on that day. It was a Christmas gift, from the worst Christmas of her entire life. The day when that bikini turned into the most special of all her things. She even had to wait for some years until she was bigger enough to use it. However, she quickly decided to lock that part of her mind where the thoughts she didn't want to have were escaping. No. She wasn't going to think about that. Not anymore.
- Nathan!
Without noticing, she bumped into her cousin. He was already taller than Renata. His messy hair was making him look like a younger boy. On his face, she could perfectly see the Italian traces from his mother's family, like the strong jaw and those bushy eyebrows.
- Sorry, I didn't see you - she said.
She entered the bathroom and started to search. She noticed that he had followed her.
- What are you looking for?
- My bikini - she answered - My favorite one. I wanted to use it today but I don't know where it is.
- How does it look like? - he asked.
- It's blue with a lot of green-ocean spots - she explained, looking at him. She put a finger between her breasts - And it has a silver brooch right here.
- I know where it is - Nathan said.
He went back to his bedroom, followed by his cousin, and opened one of the smalls drawers of the dresser in the corner of the wall. There it was. Taísa grabbed it.
- Glad it's here - she sighed - Thank you.
- Why were you so desperate to find it? - he replied - It's just a bikini, and you have a lot of them.
- This one is special - she said. Seizing the opportunity, she kissed him on the cheek. He looked surprised about that gesture.
One day you'll understand, she thought while returning to her bedroom."
...
- Laila.
segunda-feira, 5 de maio de 2014
The Crystal Dolphin (part 4)
"-Nathan!
Nathan was just getting off the car when he was grabbed by Renata. She twirled him in the air until he got dizzy. He tried to turn back to hug her, bu he didn't know which one of the two Renatas there was the right one, so he hugged the wrong one and fell on the ground. She laughed.
- Tomorrow is your birthday! - she said - We've prepared a surprise for you!
Soraya helped her son to get up while Paulo was taking their bags into the house. Uncle Bruno appeared, with his bright smile, green-ocean eyes and his messy blond hair.
- Don't you dare to tell him - Bruno warned his daughter, picking up the heavy bags - Otherwise it won't be a surprise.
- I won't tell him - Renata said as she ran into the house like she was dancing, or flying.
Taísa helped Nathan take his things to the bedroom where he was going to sleep. The house was the same since he had been there for the last time, almost two years ago.
- You're taller, Nath - she pointed with a mischievous smile - Soon you'll be much taller than me.
He looked at his fourteen-year-old cousin. Taísa was two years older than Renata. She had dark hair like her mother, but the same green-ocean eyes from her father. Could that be true? Would he become taller than her? That would be amazing.
Nathan put his clothes inside the wooden wardrobe. He hung his shirts and doubled his pants. He quickly thrust his underpants inside a drawer for Taísa not to see them.
- Come - she called him - My dad made a snack for us, and later we can go outside for a walk at the beach if you want.
He nodded. They went down the stairs. The table of the dining room was decorated with lots of coffee cups and saucers, glass bowls full of cheese biscuits and, in the middle, Nathan's favorite part - a huge carrot cake with chocolate icing upon it. He sat. Taísa sat in front of him, and Renata sat by her side. Soraya sat by her son's side.
Nathan slowly stretched his arm towards a knive to cut a piece of cake, like an impossible mission for his mother not to notice that he was skipping the biscuits and going straight to the cake. However, he had to stop when he felt warm arms wrapped around his neck.
- Hello, swettie - said a confident and feminine voice - How are you?
- Hi, aunt Lívia - he said, smiling, trying to turn back his head to look her in the eyes.
Lívia was his aunt just by marriage, because the kinship was with uncle Bruno, who was Paulo's youngest brother. Nathan was never able to understand how a serious, earnest and mature woman like her could share the same house with someone like uncle Bruno. He was like a child who grew too much. However, when Nathan asked his mother about that, she only said that they complete each other. He was still trying to understand.
- Tomorrow, your birthday will be in a very special place - aunt Lívia commented, sitting near him - It was your uncle's choice.
- Really? - he was trying not to demonstrate, but he was burning with curiosity - Where will it be?
- Let me tell him, please! - Renata pleaded.
- I've already told you that you can't - aunt Lívia replied, with a voice that was suggesting that it wasn't the first time she was answering that request.
Nathan forced a smile, a little upset after noticing that he would not have a chance to discover. He would have to hold his curiosity a little bit more, although it wasn't his main skill. Maybe it was time to learn.
- Nathan - Paulo called - I think we can go outside and climb the rocks at the beach after we eat. What do you think?
- Cool! - he said - Thanks, daddy."
...
- Laila.
Nathan was just getting off the car when he was grabbed by Renata. She twirled him in the air until he got dizzy. He tried to turn back to hug her, bu he didn't know which one of the two Renatas there was the right one, so he hugged the wrong one and fell on the ground. She laughed.
- Tomorrow is your birthday! - she said - We've prepared a surprise for you!
Soraya helped her son to get up while Paulo was taking their bags into the house. Uncle Bruno appeared, with his bright smile, green-ocean eyes and his messy blond hair.
- Don't you dare to tell him - Bruno warned his daughter, picking up the heavy bags - Otherwise it won't be a surprise.
- I won't tell him - Renata said as she ran into the house like she was dancing, or flying.
Taísa helped Nathan take his things to the bedroom where he was going to sleep. The house was the same since he had been there for the last time, almost two years ago.
- You're taller, Nath - she pointed with a mischievous smile - Soon you'll be much taller than me.
He looked at his fourteen-year-old cousin. Taísa was two years older than Renata. She had dark hair like her mother, but the same green-ocean eyes from her father. Could that be true? Would he become taller than her? That would be amazing.
Nathan put his clothes inside the wooden wardrobe. He hung his shirts and doubled his pants. He quickly thrust his underpants inside a drawer for Taísa not to see them.
- Come - she called him - My dad made a snack for us, and later we can go outside for a walk at the beach if you want.
He nodded. They went down the stairs. The table of the dining room was decorated with lots of coffee cups and saucers, glass bowls full of cheese biscuits and, in the middle, Nathan's favorite part - a huge carrot cake with chocolate icing upon it. He sat. Taísa sat in front of him, and Renata sat by her side. Soraya sat by her son's side.
Nathan slowly stretched his arm towards a knive to cut a piece of cake, like an impossible mission for his mother not to notice that he was skipping the biscuits and going straight to the cake. However, he had to stop when he felt warm arms wrapped around his neck.
- Hello, swettie - said a confident and feminine voice - How are you?
- Hi, aunt Lívia - he said, smiling, trying to turn back his head to look her in the eyes.
Lívia was his aunt just by marriage, because the kinship was with uncle Bruno, who was Paulo's youngest brother. Nathan was never able to understand how a serious, earnest and mature woman like her could share the same house with someone like uncle Bruno. He was like a child who grew too much. However, when Nathan asked his mother about that, she only said that they complete each other. He was still trying to understand.
- Tomorrow, your birthday will be in a very special place - aunt Lívia commented, sitting near him - It was your uncle's choice.
- Really? - he was trying not to demonstrate, but he was burning with curiosity - Where will it be?
- Let me tell him, please! - Renata pleaded.
- I've already told you that you can't - aunt Lívia replied, with a voice that was suggesting that it wasn't the first time she was answering that request.
Nathan forced a smile, a little upset after noticing that he would not have a chance to discover. He would have to hold his curiosity a little bit more, although it wasn't his main skill. Maybe it was time to learn.
- Nathan - Paulo called - I think we can go outside and climb the rocks at the beach after we eat. What do you think?
- Cool! - he said - Thanks, daddy."
...
- Laila.
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