Chronicle 20
Autor: MARIO GORDILHO | Publicado: 2013-09-08T12:01:00-03:00



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JOE AND THE BLONDES

He was, Joe , crouched in the thirteenth slab of a building under construction opposite by sea , raising a brickwork ... Well that sunny morning ... A true mirage ... The blue sea, the white sand beach , the sun beaming lonely and those two blondes , real mermaids beachfront . Joe watched it from above , while playing his work.

Suddenly , Joe gets up , goes down in the elevator adapted from the work , passes by his coworkers , and his charge as if they were not there, crossing the street, stepping on the soft sand beach , removes his helmet , his boots , overalls , breeches and just walk towards the sea. For a few feet of water , targeting one bluebird green. Pack up your clothes carefully , forming a bundle and puts it on the sand . Look both ways and see the two blondes who admired before the top of the building . Now the beauties were right there by your side , each about four feet away . One on the left and one on your right . Joe lies on the sand , resting his head on the backpack, and stretches staring at the blue sky bright sun ... Opens a smile of satisfaction he felt in paradise ...

José Pedro da Silva was born in Bahia recôncavo . The " Pedro" his name was the devotion that his late father had St. Peter , the fisherman , who had exercised the same profession and longed for his same name son José, not to break the family tradition . But Joe, rebel as he was , he left his village to the world . Down to the southeast at 16. There he began as an assistant in nozzles renovation works , and quickly qualified as a bricklayer, being hired by various builders . The boy was shrewd in his professional climbing . At 19 he met Meire , married at 22 and soon was born the only son little Joe. Today at 42, Joe was alone . Meire was abandoned two years , carrying the child. Since then Joe lived in endless grief , only through devoting himself to his work , with the vague hope to take back his wife and his son " lost his happiness ," a phrase that always repeated to your friends workers .

But that day Joe was strange. Was over the moon, or rather the sun . Tava not there for anything or anyone. His co-workers had noticed his odd behavior since the entry into service . And now , with his sudden trip to the beach , all the work became an uproar only . The charge did not know what action to take before that boldness of his subordinate in full hours.

And Joe was still lying on the beach face the sunshine, with her black nylon shorts , the type of football player, but well worn . Never lived a situation of those . He and "his " blondes in an idyllic setting .

- The damned are sexy ! - He thought to himself . - Look at that thinner with bikini thong color pink ! And the other plumper with blue thong ! - Delirious Joe , among those splendid views .

Suddenly you hear something :

- Guy ! Guy ! - It was the skinny blonde calling Joe - You can look at my stuff quickly while diving ? - Complete her.

- Yes , Miss ! - Responds Joe scared but happy to meet a request from the owner . He turns his face and watches as the objects of a dog girl.

In a few minutes you will hear another voice :

- Hey ! Alright ? What is your name ? - Ask another blonde , the fatter , the boy .

- I'm Joe . - Answer the man again frightened and worried about having to look away from the other things .

- Joe , you know what ? Is what I'm wanting to get wet . You can move the view in my purse , right there ? I'll be back soon. - Ask the girl smiling .

- Yes but... - No waiting for the outcome of the response and thanked the girl runs into the water.

Joe is stunned looking at both sides as a faithful sentinel , but also looked forward , because I could not resist his desire and to admire those two mermaids bathing in that sea blue. They approach each other and start talking packed in gentle rocking of the waves . It seemed a dream for Joe ...

And so Joe was keeping things from two blondes when it struck again :

- Hey , Joe! Come to water with us , come! The empty beach 're even ... We looked at our stuff there. I even talked to my friend, the other girl there in the water , and she 's okay . - Said the blonde fatter the boy , pointing to the other in the water .

Joe , in the first instant , thought of refusing the invitation , mortified , but soon encourages and accompanies the girl to the sea.

The sea ... How wonderful ! ... Joe and "their" blondes that bluebird . The trio quickly fits in and starts playing as innocent children . Loosened laughs to all sides . Blondes climbed Joe and jumped the strong shoulders of the young . Gave beautiful somersaults . He was delirious with it , and remember the days of punk , when playing with your friends in your hometown . Even thought his father should be happy up there watching his ungrateful son back into the sea , and even better together . - Will he forgive me now? - Think Joe smiling . That whole scene just radiated everlasting felicity . Joe seemed to have resumed its full joy of living ...

You hear a siren . It seemed to work the accusing break from work for lunch , but it was not . The sound came from an ambulance that had just parked in front of the building under construction . The emergency crew leaves the vehicle and goes to a group of people gathered on the beach.

- Please , can someone tell me how long this man here? - Question the doctor who was part of the ambulance crew .

- Doctor, he is my worker . That building back there soon . I am in charge . I have called you people why for more than three hours he does not flinch . - Reports the charge of the work . - Arrived early, went to the beach , which was deserted , desolate , without a soul in torment , and lie there alone looking to heaven of Jesus . - Complete the old air of concern .

The doctor bends down and takes the pulse of Joe .

- Sir ! - The doctor turns to charge . - He 's been dead about three hours , notify your family and those responsible for construction . Let's remove the body. I'm sorry . - Directs the doctor quietly.

- At mention the poor died happy ! It even seems that he has forgotten all the grief that had the soul. Look at his face ! - Regrets the charge , pointing to the face of Joe , who though dead kept on the face an expression of who was smiling .

( Text : Mario Gordilho )

Background Music : "Periga Ser / Being Dangerous" Robertinho Recife and Fausto Nilo , by Amelinha (1982 )