A Fabulous Trip

A Fabulous Trip
(Jalon Leal november 19,2010)

It was like reading an Ernest Hemingway´s classic
An old man and the sea,maybe.
And I would like to be free
Walking throughout all that sightseeing
I would like to be free
But I felt fine.
It was like I was walking on foot
No hurry, no shame, no stress.
Loius Armstrong singing a song
"A Wonderful World"
He didn´t know it
This Wonderful World I did.
The garden´s gate was opened
And what did I see?
Your body´s universe
I couldn´t walk
I would like to be free.
I was so closed that I heard Angels.
I couldn´t walk through the gate.
The talking was nice.
Little by little was becoming fine
Face on face
Lip to lip
A salty taste good
That was her first taste of life
Outside!!
The busy life.
It was calling us.
The high highway
Little by little the end is over
The fabulous trip had gone
Now.
Let´s wait other.
I love you.

O Velho Baraúna

O Velho Baraúna
(Texto escrito por Jalon Leal Outubro 30,2010)

Um Baraúna à margem de uma estrada.
Sol escaldante.
Caminho estreito,
Espinhos por toda parte,
Mas, afinal, para que serve um Baraúna?
Estacas.
Mourões
E nada mais.
Até que um dia;
Um beija-flor veio chegando devagarinho,
Ajoelhou-se aos pés do Velho Baraúna
E falou:
"Obrigado".
Fechou os olhos e perguntou:
"Posso te dar um beijo?"
O vento que naquele instante soprava lentamente, balançou os galhos do Baraúna
Como que dizendo "sim" à pergunta do beija-flor.
"Foi nos teu galhos, continuou o beija-flor, que eu construi o meu ninho, pus os ovos,esperei com paciência,
E os vi chocando e os filhotes nascerem".
Tu, pacientemente, esparavas.
Cresceram, ganharam asas
Voaram
E eu voltei para agradecer-te;
Obrigado porque tu existes"
São assim os Baraúnas da vida.
Quando parecem que não vão prestar para nada,
Basta que saiba
Que nos seus galhos pássaros construiram ninhos,puseram ovos,chocaram-nos
E viram os filhotes nascerem, ganharem asas e voarem para a vida aos milhares,
Até que um voltou.
Gratidão?
Devoção?
Seja lá o que for;
Eu prefiro pensar que tenha sido amor.
Meu beija-flor!!
Se eu pudesse iria com você,
Mas ainda tenho que esperar
Haverá pássaros que virão
Meus braços os esperam.
Existo para isso.

THE GREEN FINGER GIRL

The green finger girl
(by Jalon Leal,october 16,2010)

           Some people are born, grow up, become professionals, work and died. This is not Ane´s case. She was born with the aim. Let´s see.
           Ane always was a worried girl about the other people´s problems. At school she always approached to any sad or shy student and tried to talk, asked him/her about the trouble. She gained a nickname "a little psicologist". Ane grow up and everybody knew her like "a little psicologist". She became a teenager and everyone admired her behavior and care to the classmates,specailly the little boys and girls. When the school organized and excursion Ane had to go together and she liked this situation so much. Many teachers from the school asked her a helping when they faced any trouble. Any excursion to anywhere, any time without Ane, was no good. Ane became a young. As a young she faced some problems. She was very pretty, polite, and some boys wanted to fall-in-love her, but she didn´t want it. She finished the high school and entered to university. Guess what she decided to study at the university? Psicology!! That´s right! Psicology. She was a brilliant psicology student and soon she became a famous psicologist. She wrote some texts while sha was at the univversity and developed an issue about the teenager´s problems. Ane doesn´t like psicology only, she likes people,too. Now she is in front of the school as a helper in education´s orientation. Ane has a special room, not an office like she likes to name, but a special room.
            To Ane the students never have problems or are the problems; they have troubles or they are on a bad moment, everyone is. Ane asked to write one sentence on a piece of paper where everybody could read: "You are not a trouble, but we are a solution". She was always well dressed and looking-like. She had a beautiful smile on her face and never was sad any time.
            One day one lecturer came to school to talk to the students and told them one story in which there was a special boy; he had a green finger. He was a kind of Midas everything he touched turned to gold. The green finger boy was so. The following day everybody had forgotten Ane´s nickname ans she became "the green finger girl"
            How nice would be, if all of us could be a green finger person"? Any trouble, any problem, any fear, any directionless people!! It was just be the touchness and "we are a solution".
            Dilma and Serra wouldn´t be fighting by the power. They would be a solution. Both are in the end, what was a solution? Choosing them to be the presidents of Brazil! José Serra would be the president and Dilma, the vice president. In two years would change the position. However, they have a problem: The power. They aren´t a solution, they don´t have "a green finger"
             Let´s learn with Ane, the green finger girl.