forma eterea apenas suas arterias pareciam querer arrebentar. . breve instante que se deu em segundos apesar do sentimento de eternidade a precede-lo.Poeta lhe deu um doce sorriso... estava aberto a vida... sempre pronto ao encontro... ao desconhecido...ao amor que preenchia sua existencia de criatividade...serenidade madura e pura...docura...jovial candura que nem a fria matematica passou despercebida. Assim ele transformou aquele momento em lindos versos...e matematica com o olhar mais uma vez perplexo nao entendia de onde vinham tantos sentimentos rimados e completos...de emocao...intensidade e sofreguidao...assim se deu o inicio desta uniao...entre matematica e poeta...palavras incertas e descobertas na amplitude da linha reta. The math andthe poet Mathematics itwas very accurate in its observation of the world, it was tall and elegant,dressed always with discretion and sobriety ...it was not very close tophilosophy, but it was enchanted by logic ...it was slender in its vertex buteven so you could see curves in its hyperbole and a nice concavity in itsparabola.Quiet and witha contained smile provoking admiration of all for the cold and uncompromisingway it faces the daily problems, which were calculated and resolved within theresults so always linear, summing up all the elements involved and subtractingwhat was irrelevant.It has neverbeen involved with anyone, especially those that are not very rational. Had oneof its cousins that made that bullshit and became involved with such poetry ... got weird, thoughtful, startedraving, talking about relativity, time, space ... in short, got crazy.Poet was anexcellent guy and despite being simplistic and having that look 'off' andalways stared at the horizon. Chubby, not very tall but extremely sympatheticalways made new friends of all ages. Delighted with everything, even beingaware slow in acting and thinking, which he calls of meditate.Speakingperson, always smiling, led everyone to reflect the way it saw the transcendentlife, its warts and sores ... always finding new ways or completely differentways to see and understand what was obvious ..but nor anyone could see.Heparticipated of everything and every human being was lovely ... even thetoughest, schizophrenic, violent, hungry ... all nature and her beautifulpainted beautiful and rhymed watercolors...disconnected from logic and exacts thathe used.Someday, inthose that play pranks and the angels and gods gather and stay watching us justfor fun ...mathematics was coming back from the college where it was a professorand saw that exotic being. He was wearing shorts, braided hair and a leathersandal... but what has catched her attention was his style and colorful Hawaiian tshirt. That exoticbeing was staring the sea at 11:00 am ... time to study, work, cook...anythingless looking to the sea ... after all it was monday. The perplexity mathrealized that needed to stop by and understand that situation, perhaps itcould be explained by an equation or anytheorem.He wasmotionless, impassive while a light breeze rocked her braids full of dredes ...and in the depth of his gaze, math figured he was sunk deep in differentialcalculations ... and it wondering why why that transcendence, was alreadyirritated with his apathy that seemed not anxious to see her thereSuddenly witha deep and reflexive voice it turns to her and says.. isnt beautiful? ... howbeautiful