It was big colossal building. Walls reached to the seventh heaven. There were secret doors and windows but no one knew why all “keys are lost”? There was only one door to enter and exit. Colossal was like the steep rock wall of Monte Roraima. The Monte Roraima on the boarders of Venezuela, Brazil and Guyana was lonely since last three hundred years, twenty five days, three hours and nine seconds when warrior escaped assassination attempt after he was accused of telling about the death. He went to live in the Poco Encantado. There one night he saw a dream about Chapada. Chapada was Dona Maria’s son. He wrote poems. He wrote three poems one day- Pico das Almas, Itabira Peak, and Barbados Peak. He wrote these three poems for the Cachoeira da Fumaca just two days before he died in São Paulo on the third step of patriarc square reciting his poem killed by the unknown built of AK-47.
Why it took them four hundred years to reach the Lençoís?
How come you smoked all of us but you can’t see the smoke of anger of the Cachoeira da Fumaca?
Why Justice is like glass of smoke?
Outside the Church of Novo Dia on the banks of the Contas River 42,437 people were singing……..altoghetehr since twenty two days.
A Estória da História… the story of history
da História……oh História……oh history …oh history
Por que os arquivos da vida estão em branco? Why the archvies of life are blank?
Oh Estória da História… oh story of history
quem escreveu isso? Who wrote this?
From last twenty seven days in all Favela of São Paulo Dona Maria through the spirit of her dead son invoked tears in the eyes of twenty million people. In Bamburral on each stair of Favela Gustavo wrote on the festival of Cidade das Crianças…
Nidade Familia E Deus E Tudo ….Family, community and God is everything.
Chapada’s sprit told warrior that go back to patriarc square and baptizes it with his blood. Warrior asked Chapada “but they will kill me”? The way the killed you”. Warrior said I am not scared of death but I don’t want to die in the hands to those who don’t deserve to be my killers” – “I refused to die”.
Chapada said do you think I am dead”. Warrior said it’s not about me. They all say you are dead. Chapada said “but do you know that my mother Dona Maria doesn’t believe that? Warrior said that yes but……aren’t you dead? Chapada asked from warrior are they able to kill the Cachoeira da Fumaca?
Warrior said that is impossible. It is huge. They can’t kill the Cachoeira da Fumaca? Chapada laughed and said until the Cachoeira da Fumaca lives no one will die by death. Those who don’t accept this live in illusion of death till they die and remember we live this life of death through poems we write about the Cachoeira da Fumaca.
Chapada give him three poems. He said him to go to Colossal. On the way to your journey you will meet two friends. The exiled Kurdish musician played archaic Armenian harp- which hallucinate people into the unity of the being. Last time he played ….
Time is timed before the time……
And pain is born before the birth of God in Zagros Mountain
He said Dina will dance the samba of Perdoe rápido in the colossal and then exiled Kurdish musician will play Armenian notes from banned archaic epic [1] “The Color of Pomegranates. Chapada said my mother Dona Maria will be at patriarc square but don’t ask for my body but she only needs my soul and sprit not the flash and bones.
Warrior went to the Colossal. 1902000, 0099308288899 million come to see the trial. No one in the history has seen ever this spectacular mass of people in the city. One judge in jury was also accused in his youth for invoking death of the nudity but then he went to the prison of lust and greed and after his release he was never same. He denied death.
Warrior recited one poem of Chapada titled “embora mesmo”….
Body…… corpo
And soul…. e alma
are friends…… são amigos
but…….. mas
Death is to live for the Cachoeira da Fumaca… A morte é viver para a Cachoeira da Fumaça.
The Colossoal began tto shake as soon warrior uttered “A morte é viver para a Cachoeira da Fumaça”.
Kurdish exiled musican touched arhac Armenain harp and Dina bgan to dance on the thrid peomof Chapada titled “Contradição da noite”
You say "dead" can't live?/ Você diz "morto" não pode viver?
I see life is death/ Eu vejo a vida é a morte
And suddendly Colossoal statretd to crumble when Dona Maria come with Chapado. Chapado comleped last line of “Contradição da noite”
and you can kill me but can’t resurrect me”
You are still not a God and al lof us know this”
Warrior throgh one stone to the miror clossosal and as soon as miror broked Colossosal begn to disappear like yellow small fishes in the São Francisco river. Warrior from lpiau-Bahia was unchained.
Chapada said I will be back when Dina will write the epic of Sertão Região Nordeste.
Dina began to dance and sing again...
“Oh........ the last feval of hope”
“Where is safe river to hide the my kids from the sounds of builts”
“ear pluges” i can’t put in my ears.....
Noise is too high.....
And kids of my mother can’t sleep since you make my Fevela into the Vita.
But i my warrior brother will fight
But Kurdish exlied musican will play Amrmenain Harp
And Chapada will write last peom titled “"Love, life and peace at patriarc square”
And Dona Maria will resurrect her son which you all can’t ever do
Till then let’s sing..... and dance… and kiss the Cachoeira da Fumaca...
Till her cheeks get read because of shyness …
1 comments:
In dark times as the one we live in,you have the sensibilities that we need. Thanks, man!
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