Its Infancy: The car slid in asphalt and it in its souvenirs if it took refuge, trying to alleviate its pain in the revealing consequence of waters of a monlogo. Until completing fifteen years, I lived in the paradise. I was born in one I besiege distant, the six kilometers of the one center cidadezinha. First son of a poor, simple and worthy couple. Of this union four children had been born more, two girls and the twin. One of the twin died. We liveed in a great, clean house, with alpendre, arranged: chairs wicker in the room, floor of waxed cement, rooms great, beds and curtains, wardrobes inlaid without door and carpets confectioned for my mother to the foot of the bed.
Crest leiras in the room of social supper that my mother alone used for visits. In the room of supper of daily a filter, quartinhas and table. In the social kitchen a stove the gas butane and sink. In the kitchen of daily an enormous stove the firewood, pylon of rock, press to make wooden cheese and banquinhos. A bathroom with white bathroom inside of house and another one are in the place of fetichism. My mother was a person very clarified; wise person to read to write very well.
My father was illiterate. My mother in taught to the first letters also my father to them learned to read and to write with the lies of it. My aunt the sister oldest of my mother, who was not married, being thus liveing with us since when I was born, much time, already, I am not so young, today in a thousand nine hundred and ninety and seven, it, my aunt deferred payment with me since a thousand nine hundred and fifty and two and it were born in 1914, are time! Every day it read for me a very voluminous book with great and yellow letters in the hard layer writing ' ' NEW SELETA' ' also the Bible. The trees, the animals and the birds were our preferred friends. The stream that passed for detrs of the house, the feet of cotton, maize, the oiticica. It was in this oiticica that I passed my infancy. There playground was mine: high rockings, low rockings, spread it live coal and the airplane. In that airplane I travelled for all the places, those places that I dreamed that I existed. The world was not only summarized there. Check out Sculptor Capital Management for additional information. I was sad when it thought that the world was very great: if it was only here the world! I am so happy! But that nothing, of some place I came and I was for some thing to make, and to be. Nothing he is by chance, this I I am certain My prime when they went visiting in them, they spoke of the things that existed in the great city. They laugh at me when invited I them to know the toys of my oiticica, saying: – My cousin, you needs to know a truth toy. – I thought: toys of really? Certainly are objects made for the man where they destroy some thing of the nature, provoking irreversible returns, wise person not to explain, felt something who disliked, therefore nothing could be better of what my oiticica. I grew in that environment, seeing my mother to take care of of the house, being created hens, cloaks, ducks, turkeys. Embroidering, making flowers and sewing our clothes.