The angel and the design...
Autor: Raphaella | Publicado: 2011-04-20T16:36:00-07:00

Readers,&nbsp;forgive&nbsp;me&nbsp;because&nbsp;my&nbsp;English&nbsp;is&nbsp;bad, but&nbsp;...&nbsp;I&nbsp;tried.&nbsp;Who does not&nbsp;know&nbsp;English,&nbsp;just&nbsp;send me&nbsp;an&nbsp;email&nbsp;that&nbsp;I&nbsp;send&nbsp;the translation.&nbsp;Kisses. / Leitores, perdoem-me pois meu inglês é péssimo, mas... Eu tentei. Quem não sabe inglês, é só me enviar um e-mail que eu envio a tradução. Beijos.
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It was&nbsp;a&nbsp;sunny afternoon&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;was on the&nbsp;porch,&nbsp;sitting, drawing pictures.&nbsp;It was another summer&nbsp;and&nbsp;another&nbsp;season&nbsp;at my&nbsp;favorite aunt. The&nbsp;balcony&nbsp;was&nbsp;large,&nbsp;with&nbsp;afacade&nbsp;painted&nbsp;yellow&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;staircase&nbsp;of&nbsp;wood and&nbsp;varnished&nbsp;door.&nbsp;It was&nbsp;a&nbsp;pretty big house&nbsp;and very friendly.&nbsp;He had no&nbsp;gate&nbsp;at all,&nbsp;then&nbsp;everything&nbsp;was safe.&nbsp; Again&nbsp;alone&nbsp;with&nbsp;paper and&nbsp;pencil,&nbsp;looking at&nbsp;the beach.&nbsp;The sea was a graceful, majestic waves forming those who unfortunately died in the sand. Sometimes&nbsp;took&nbsp;the castles&nbsp;...&nbsp;I&nbsp;thought that was so unfair! The&nbsp;children&nbsp;went&nbsp;there,&nbsp;very carefully, took&nbsp;the buckets,&nbsp;filled&nbsp;with sand, sat there, did the castles, suddenly came to water and... Goodbye castle! It seems&nbsp;that&nbsp;at age 12,&nbsp;I&nbsp;thought I&nbsp;had&nbsp;a&nbsp;reason&nbsp;and it seems that when the wave destroyed the castles, it was like they destroyed my reason. Let's says she was the castle that you cast with all the affection of the word, decorated with seashells, even tried to put the fishe inside. Suddenly awave comes uddenly&nbsp;awave&nbsp;comes,&nbsp;drop everything&nbsp;and&nbsp;sometimes&nbsp;leads&nbsp;to the sand. Only&nbsp;children are so&nbsp;beautiful,&nbsp;they&nbsp;just&nbsp;smile&nbsp;and&nbsp;start&nbsp;all over&nbsp;again. This&nbsp;is amazing!&nbsp;I was once&nbsp;so&nbsp;...Damn!&nbsp;The wrong&nbsp;risk.&nbsp;I was&nbsp;trying&nbsp;to draw&nbsp;my&nbsp;older sister.&nbsp;She&nbsp;was&nbsp;a dancer, and was simply gorgeous dancer.&nbsp;She was&nbsp;tall,&nbsp;had&nbsp;red&nbsp;hair,&nbsp;white skin and&nbsp;bright white. Eyes as blue as the water. She danced&nbsp;beautifully!&nbsp;She dedicated herself to&nbsp;and fro,&nbsp;coming and going&nbsp;of the&nbsp;dance academies.&nbsp;Sometimes&nbsp;appeared in&nbsp;other cities.&nbsp;We&nbsp;got along well,&nbsp;a&nbsp;shame&nbsp;that&nbsp;we hardly&nbsp;saw. Suddenly&nbsp;tall,&nbsp;strong&nbsp;and&nbsp;dark&nbsp;sat&nbsp;beside me.&nbsp;Scared&nbsp;me,&nbsp;but&nbsp;I did not feel uncomfortable.&nbsp;What&nbsp;was&nbsp;different because&nbsp;he was&nbsp;a stranger&nbsp;and I&nbsp;enjoyed&nbsp;the company&nbsp;of people.&nbsp;Did not like&nbsp;the&nbsp;presence&nbsp;of&nbsp;my&nbsp;own mother.He&nbsp;stared at&nbsp;the&nbsp;drawing,&nbsp;then said:
_Beautiful&nbsp;drawing,&nbsp;boy.&nbsp;-&nbsp;Said&nbsp;he, smiling.
_Thank you.&nbsp;-&nbsp;I answered.&nbsp;- It's&nbsp;my&nbsp;sister,&nbsp;but&nbsp;...&nbsp;Not&nbsp;very similar.
_Of course&nbsp;you are!&nbsp;-&nbsp;He said.
_The&nbsp;you&nbsp;seen&nbsp;my sister?!&nbsp;-&nbsp;Exclaimed&nbsp;confused.He&nbsp;fell silent&nbsp;and&nbsp;was&nbsp;just&nbsp;looking&nbsp;as I&nbsp;drew.&nbsp;The&nbsp;sun&nbsp;pointed&nbsp;up there&nbsp;with&nbsp;all&nbsp;his strength,&nbsp;and people&nbsp;were enjoying&nbsp;the&nbsp;beach&nbsp;in droves.&nbsp;In the distance,&nbsp;I saw two children playing in the water of sea._What&nbsp;your name,&nbsp;boy?&nbsp;-&nbsp;he&nbsp;asked.
_Chris.&nbsp;-&nbsp;I answered.&nbsp;-&nbsp;And you,&nbsp;what's your name?
_Ahn&nbsp;...&nbsp;Well&nbsp;..&nbsp;Call me&nbsp;Sih.&nbsp;-&nbsp;He said.
Thus we started talking. Every stroke I made, the more he spoke. Yes, he was a pretty weird, but seemed like a good person.&nbsp;I enjoyed&nbsp;myself&nbsp;a lot.&nbsp;It was&nbsp;strange&nbsp;to be&nbsp;that way,&nbsp;I&nbsp;liked&nbsp;no&nbsp;presence.&nbsp;But&nbsp;it&nbsp;was different.&nbsp;He&nbsp;listened to me for a long time while I complained of my classmates from school, who bullied me an a lot back then. He&nbsp;said nothing, only&nbsp;listened to me,&nbsp;listened&nbsp;and listened.&nbsp;I was&nbsp;grateful. The&nbsp;sun&nbsp;was setting&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;was putting the&nbsp;finishing touches on my&nbsp;design.
_The&nbsp;who wants&nbsp;to be&nbsp;when you grow up?&nbsp;-&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked.
_Designer.
_I think&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;an&nbsp;excellent&nbsp;designer.&nbsp;-&nbsp;He&nbsp;smiled.
&nbsp;&nbsp;I returned&nbsp;the&nbsp;smile.
&nbsp;&nbsp;I just.&nbsp;Once&nbsp;finished,&nbsp;he&nbsp;looked&nbsp;up&nbsp;and&nbsp;said:
_Make&nbsp;little&nbsp;to go&nbsp;Chris.&nbsp;-&nbsp;Expected.&nbsp;I said goodbye.&nbsp;-&nbsp;By the way,&nbsp;my&nbsp;name is&nbsp;Sitael. We'll see&nbsp;us&nbsp;again, who&nbsp;knows ...&nbsp;Goodbye!&nbsp;He stepped down&nbsp;from the&nbsp;balcony&nbsp;and&nbsp;went&nbsp;...&nbsp;He&nbsp;had&nbsp;the name&nbsp;of&nbsp;angel,&nbsp;at that time sounded&nbsp;strange.
&nbsp;&nbsp;Today,&nbsp;27 years, I’m a designer profissional. Also today, I realize&nbsp;that&nbsp;it was not just&nbsp;a&nbsp;good&nbsp;man.