Dirija! (?)
Autor: Donα Morαngo* | Publicado: 2007-12-04T20:57:00-02:00

&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; - ... mãe, é o último churrasco da república, além do que, terça a Mô vai embora, não sei quando vamos nos ver de novo... Você vem mesmo, mãe? Podemos esperar?&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; - Vou sim, filha; não quero perder a despedida de vocês, pode esperar.&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;- Que bom, mãe, não seria a mesma coisa sem você aqui!&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; Choramos.&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;E então elas chegaram, no último minuto do sábado à noite, disseram que viriam só domingo de manhã, mas não resistiram, saíram antes e me fizeram surpresa; ótima surpresa (embora já tenhamos 'levemente discutido' nos primeiros minutos; normal). Além dos cinco moradores da casa, agora tínhamos a mãe, a irmã e Sé, o amigo.&shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;No domingo houve o churrasco planejado, só entre nós; apenas nós. Não havia clima de despedida no ar, era recomeço. Pairava a esperança de que ali começávamos algo novo; encerrávamos algo velho, para que viesse o novo. Era festa, nossa festa de libertação.&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;Sorrimos.&shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; Na segunda, tivemos o 'jantar de despedida', com todos os amigos que pudemos reunir, estávamos em 13 pessoas. Conversamos, brincamos, brindamos, comemos, casa cheia para a conclusão. De novo, era festa; nossa festa de comprovação.&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;Rimos.&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; E na manhã seguinte eu dirigia, naquele que, pra mim, era o silêncio mais mordaz nos últimos dias. "Enfim é isso, acabou? Não. Lembre-se: é recomeço, você mesma disse; controle-se, não chore, respire fundo. Dirija!". O meu silêncio permaneceu enquanto caminhamos até a plataforma de embarque, e o fato dos outros rirem e conversarem parecia-me um insulto. Como podem rir num momento desses? Que disparate! Bagagens guardadas; abraçou um, depois a outra, resmungou palavras. Calou-se e me abraçou. Fim de festa.&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;Chorei.&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; Como há muito não acontecia, lamuriosa, como amiga que ama.&shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; Algumas horas depois, no mesmo dia, despedia-me delas, mãe e Bi, com bem menos tristeza (uma tristeza semelhante deu-se há quatro anos, ao sair de casa) porém com pesar também, despedi-me.&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy;Num minuto casa cheia, no outro riso vazio.&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy; &shy; &shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy;&shy; &shy; ♪ Musicalité:"Enquanto houver você do outro lado,aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar..."(O Anjo Mais Velho - O Teatro Mágico)