The Eyes
The boy wanted to aconchegar itself in the long arms of the sun to heat its body. thus, extended in the gram verdinha that carpet in a well put into motion street of the city became. For it, these moments were of total delivery, as much that nothing what saw or heard beyond its thoughts they created. It closed the eyes for a few seconds and it dreamed. It dreamed of houses and lagoons, good people and things. When opening the eyes after are not known how much time, in the sky was dancing with long legs and fingers in tip a pretty dancer. She was high and it had coke, white skirt rodadinha. As she was pretty dancer! In that magical scene she had the breeze that she took the dancer.
It danced magic, admiring everything for where she passed being taken for all the sides of the sky. For the way it finds shrunk in one sings a cloud piece that seemed in prantos. The dancer who was candy could not leave it thus, even though because it thought, this only piece who cries, can wet the land and today it was day of sun, rain, exactly that little age for one another day that would come. She came close herself to devagar not to scare. She said baixinho to the cloud piece: – Because you cry small piece? The small cloud piece, encabulado and well closed, without showing its eyes, answers: – Pretty dancer, I am quiet here and thoughtful, now sad for what I listened I arrived with the wind that counted to me that I belong to other history and that a lead soldier is what I am. It is arisen so that it sees it to the dancer and in soldier form if it shows. The dancer did not understand because as much sadness it felt.
