And was when I was mulata but very white in a city almost liked, that history that my grandfather was white with a lot of grandchildren mulatas. And I was girl, I thinking about that subject, since kid I used to think I just can eat bit, to be thin and he look for me when I got the age, when was birthday in our family, he notice that I didn't wanted eat a lot, despite my other cousins, and said that fat children were pretty. So when I was teenager, he let me sit on his lap and kiss him. He was oler 16 years old, my males cousins passed in 20 in 20 minutes in front his house to see if I stayed in the garden, and doesn't disapear. One day he was kind of range that he can't carry me inside. And said to me that I would to what he said, that he would got inside in the house and I would return after and got inside his house, that he would waiting, I was sincere I said that I would not do it. He got mad and I run away back home. After one of my cousin the one that was also mulato, almost all the boys were white, asked me to marry him, the diference of age was he was 6 years older. My parents said that I had to say that I was sorrow for the other, was kind custom, when people were to marry another. I stoped him in the city but probably he didn't notice that I came with my groom. He was walking and when I see him I run to him, an I came from back. I sai that wasn't so gorgeous like I was when I was 16 years old, so I would marry and I was sorry. and my groom had already, reach us and was even more advanced that make me run to him, and I hold his arm and we went together. One day before 2 days the day of my marriage, he acquive find me waling alone. When I see him with a machete I run from him, he said that I stoped he can scream, was a place that was a normal road but in that day was a lonely road. I could kept runing in the road but I thought that I could foil him got inside the corn plantation, was a bad choice I had lot of advantage, I thouhgt that I could walk not straight and he lose me in the corn field, but was the opposite, the plants were delaying me and he were cutting thru the plants walking much more faster. He in't lose my trail. He said that the machete was just if I didn't wanted, if I didn't wanted would be for my hands. I see an clive when I came out of the corn field and I countinue and fall and died.
Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim
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