Amid the buildings of the city you move, sometimes as a PLC. You thinking in the quote you have, to reach your destination, the driver behind that distracts you and captures your attention. You pita, makes lights, expected to take off on its way ... tour, you lose sight to trouble, you're coming and then you see:
At first I did not understand ... you perceive only the corner of my eye and turn you take on over the head to understand that we just guess.
A white figure falling from the building under construction, "a package perhaps? It's a split second, a moment that is interrupted by the first blow, that, dry and hard against the roof of aluminum, then comes the second when it ends falling to the ground. Not package, like a puppet ... is not either ... is a man who has fallen from a great height and is now lying there, helpless face-down on the floor.
Following the sharp sound as if everything had gone quiet, stopped.
're out ... you got off the car in a second, instantly and you are there seeing what you thought you did not see ... confirming that the figure is a man who wears break off from the sky. A young worker who is lying motionless, alone, dying in front of you while everything is silent even though the cars are going, without noticing anything, despite the occasional dodge (without realizing it, unaware of the tragedy) the rubber boot that was lying on the street.
have the urge to pick it up, pick it up and bring him also to hospital but then you see the blood that begins to emerge slowly from his head.
what to do?
What hurts you cover it with a makeshift sheet is that you think you've seen anyone play it .... he is dying there in front of your eyes and nobody is taking the hand, no one is with him .... What if he is not dead? What if she got a hint of conscience in that motionless body and manages to see that cover, leave it, leave it there?
Perplexed, distraught ... all looked at from afar dying or already dead, with nothing to do.
lasted about 20 mns Medical Motorcycle appear to confirm what we already sensed.
(that's a long time)
I do not know how long it took the Sijin.
not know the name of that he died before me.
I know today were not evident and diligently erased the remnants of blood on the platform (which is easy to clean). Today there were dump trucks with material in the scene and everything was normal ... apparently.
I also know that this story I have heard a thousand times because it is a song my teens hammered countless times, disturbing, painful and now materialized. Chico Buarque
sang and ...
I do not know his name, I can only write these words to name it somehow and shake his hand.
Construction
Chico Buarque
loved from that time as if it were the last
kissed his wife as if it were the last
And each of his sons as it was the only
and crossed the street with his timid step
got into the building as if it were lifted
machine on the landing four solid walls
Brick with brick in a magic picture
cement his eyes dull and tear
as was laid to rest Saturday if
ate beans and rice as if he were a prince
drank and cried like a castaway
danced and laughed as if she heard music
And stumbled into the sky like a drunk
and floated in the air like a bird And
ended on the floor made a flaccid package
lay dying in the middle of the ride public
died at stopping traffic counter
loved from that time as if it were the last
kissed his wife as if the only
And each of his sons as if the prodigal
and crossed the street with her drunk step
got into the building as if it were solid
lifted at the landing four walls
magical brick with brick in a logical pattern
His eyes dull cement and traffic
sat down to rest like
prince ate beans and rice as if it were machine
danced and laughed as if the next
And stumbled into the sky as if he heard music
and floated in the air like Saturday
and ended on the floor made a timid package
lay dying in the middle of the ride
castaway died at disrupting the public counter
loved from that time as if it were machine
kissed his wife like logical
lifted at the landing four walls flaccid
sat down to rest like a bird
And floated in the air like a prince
And just in the ground made a package died drunk
countercurrent interrupting Saturday.
