HANGER

Menina, Praia, Jangada, Sapo, Onda, Fantasia

I

            The dawn was cold and the wind from the sea scratched the skin on his arms.

            The father’s hand in his hand was warm, a little warm. Her feet sank into the sand on the beach.

            Even barefoot, he had no difficulty walking.

            Coming from afar, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks of the reef was like thunderstorms.

            He walked the same way he did every morning. Shut up. The thought loose like a seagull.

            He was ten years old and soon he would also be accompanying his father, on the high seas.

            When the raft left, it was just in the sand, looking for a while, as it always did.

            Then he returned the same way he had come with the old fisherman.

            I was only ten and I had all day to do the same things I always did.

II

            When the raft left, it was just in the sand, looking for a while, as it always did. Then he returned the same way he had come as the old fisherman. I was ten and I had all day to do the same things I always did.

III

            In the afternoon, when the sun was going down to disappear in the sky, he was there, as he always had, waiting for his father’s arrival.

            He was, as always, curious to know how many fish he would bring, this time.

            When they arrived, they all came silent.

            They did not sing for joy, as was the custom.

            He counted the rafts on the beach five times.

            Then he discovered that one of them had not returned.

IV

            With eyes still red with tears, he walked.

            The dawn was cold and the wind from the sea scratched the skin on his arms. The older brother’s hand was warm, with a pleasant warmth.

            He walked quietly, as he always did, every night.

            He was ten years old and would soon be at sea with his brother.

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