Professor Poeta

(एपिसोड 36)
मुटुम में, सार्जेंट फ्लोर्स के रूप में खबरों में पहचाने जाने वाले पाउलो ओटवियो की गिरफ्तारी, कोडमांदे मायरियो और उसके मातहत, कैबोस हेलियो और सेसर के रूप में जानी जाती है, जिन्हें वहां के कर्मचारी लिबरेटो और डगलस के रूप में जाना जाता है, जिसने सभी को चकित कर दिया। और डर गया। ये, आखिरकार, गुरिल्ला थे। और सरकार द्वारा माने जाने वाले गुरिल्ला खतरनाक माने जाते हैं।
सभी की याद में, Caparaó की घटनाएं अभी भी हाल ही में थीं, जब 1960 के दशक के अंत में विध्वंसक कैदियों को गिरफ्तार किया गया था, जैसा कि इरादा था, पुराने निवासियों ने कहा, एक कम्युनिस्ट क्रांति शुरू करने और संघीय सरकार को उखाड़ फेंकने के लिए उस पूरे क्षेत्र को संभालने के लिए।
लेकिन लोगों को और भी डर लगने लगा जब सैन्य प्रदर्शन किया गया, सिटी हॉल के सालाओ नोब्रे में, असली युद्ध के शस्त्रागार को फेजेंडा नोवा ओस्टेरानोका में की गई खोजों के परिणामस्वरूप जब्त कर लिया गया, जो पॉल गेटोवियो द्वारा सोबे से खरीदा गया था, इमरबीयूके में, एक बंद गेट के साथ। और पैसा।
छिपी हुई जगह और छलावरण द्वारा संरक्षित, विभिन्न कैलिबर के गोला-बारूद के साथ बड़ी संख्या में बक्से पाए गए, साथ ही साथ चाकू, डैगर, मैचेस, रिवॉल्वर, शॉटगन, राइफल, कार्बाइन, राइफल, मशीन गन और यहां तक ​​कि अन्य भी शामिल थे। बाज़ूका, जो कि एक सैन्य अधिकारी के अनुसार, उन हेलीकॉप्टरों में से किसी को भी उतारने में सक्षम था, जो मुटुम या एक बड़े विमान में थे।
जिन लोगों ने उस हथियार को देखा वे वास्तव में बहुत डर गए थे।
जब मैं उस रात पहले अपने दादा-दादी के घर लौटा, तो मैंने स्वीकार किया कि मैं वह था जो उस दिन की सभी घटनाओं से सबसे ज्यादा चकित था।
हालांकि, मुझे उस दिन सबसे बड़ा आश्चर्य हुआ था।
जब मैंने लिविंग रूम के दरवाजे को धक्का दिया और प्रवेश किया, तो मुझे महसूस हुआ कि गलियारे पर अंधेरे कमरे में रोशनी जो लिविंग रूम को डाइनिंग रूम से जोड़ती है। जैसा कि मैं वास्तव में रसोई में जा रहा था, जैसा कि मैंने पारित किया मैं चारों ओर देखा और मार्ता में भाग गया।
जैसे ही मैंने उसे रोका, मेरा दिल एक धड़कने में रुक गया। “हे भगवान। तुम मार्ता हो, ”मैंने कहा। जिस पर वह, जो बिस्तर पर कुछ बनाने के लिए उसकी पीठ पर था, जवाब देने के लिए घूम गया। “बेशक, मैं मार्ता हूँ। मुझे लगा कि मैं पहले से ही भूल गया हूं ”। वह जहां मैं दरवाजे पर खड़ा था, उसकी बाहों को पकड़ कर बाहर चला गया और हम गले मिले।
“मैं आपको कैसे भूल सकता था,” मैंने उसे देखा जैसा कि मैंने उसकी ओर देखा, उसके शरीर पर एक धीमी गति से नज़र डाली। “यह सुंदर लग रहा है,” उन्होंने कहा। उसने बस मुझे एक नज़र दिया और मुस्कुराते हुए कहा “अंकल ओलिवियो ने मुझे पहले ही बता दिया था कि आप मुटुम में हैं” “लेकिन ऐसा लगता है कि आपके पास केवल काम के लिए समय है। मुझे लगा कि मैं भी आपको नहीं देख पाऊंगा। मैं कल Aimorés की यात्रा करता हूं ”, उन्होंने निष्कर्ष निकाला।
मैंने उसे आश्वासन दिया कि मैं उसे दुनिया का सारा ध्यान दे दूंगा, कि जब तक मैं बस में सवार नहीं होता, मैं उसे अकेला नहीं छोड़ूंगा और हम अभी भी बहुत सारी बातें करेंगे। उसने मुझसे कहा कि वह मुझसे क्या उम्मीद करती है। हम दोनों मुस्कुराए।
वह कमरा हमेशा रहस्यों से घिरा रहा है। कम से कम मेरे लिए, जो उस घर में पले-बढ़े थे, अंधेरे कमरे में बहुत जल्दी सुन रहे थे, जहां, गलियारे से देख रहे थे जो भोजन कक्ष को बैठक कक्ष से जोड़ते थे, मैं एक डबल बेड देख सकता था, हमेशा बना हुआ। लेकिन इसे केवल तभी देखना संभव था जब बिस्तर पर छोटा सा दीपक जलाया गया था। बंद, दिन में भी कमरे में अंधेरा था।
आज, अपने बचपन के इतने समय के बाद, मैं इतने अंधेरे का कारण समझता हूं। कमरे में, एक साइड की खिड़की थी जिसे सील कर दिया गया था, सील कर दिया गया था। यदि खुला है, तो यह अंदर की बालकनी तक ले जाएगा, जैसा कि हम जानते थे कि भोजन कक्ष से पेंट्री तक का मार्ग, जहां किराने का सामान संग्रहीत किया गया था और जो एक संकीर्ण मार्ग से, एक छोटी सी सड़क के साथ, थोड़ा आंदोलन के साथ आगे बढ़ा।
खिड़की को बंद कर दिया गया था ताकि वहां, बालकनी पर, एक विशाल अलमारी डालना संभव हो, जहां घर के काम करने के उपकरण रखे गए थे। अंधेरे कमरे में, अपनी एकल खिड़की में रखी कोठरी के बिना, एक सामान्य कमरा हो सकता है।
इसका उद्देश्य मेहमानों, आगंतुकों को प्राप्त करना था, क्योंकि घर हमेशा देश से रिश्तेदारों या मेरे दादा दादी के दोस्तों से भरा हुआ था, शहर से गुजर रहा था।
मेरे चाचा और चचेरे भाइयों की तरह निकटतम रिश्तेदारों को घर के अन्य आठ कमरों में समायोजित किया गया था, जब वे अपनी छुट्टियां वहां बिताते थे, आराम की अवधि या जब उन्हें चिकित्सीय परीक्षाओं या उपचार के लिए म्यूट में रहने की आवश्यकता होती थी।
लेकिन अंधेरे कमरे के आसपास का सबसे बड़ा रहस्य संबंधित था, जब मैं अभी भी एक बच्चा था, इस विश्वास के लिए कि मैं प्रेतवाधित था।
कुछ रातों को हमने वहाँ से अजीब शोर सुना। और, ज़ाहिर है, हम और अन्य बच्चे जो घर के आसपास घूमते थे, उनमें यह देखने की हिम्मत नहीं थी कि क्या हो रहा है, शोर के कारण क्या थे।
जिस दिन मैं सोलह साल का हुआ, उस दिन जब मैं स्कूल से घर आया, तो मुझे जल्द ही पता चल गया कि कोई मेहमान है। मैंने लोगों को बात करते हुए सुना और उनमें से एक आवाज़ मुझे अजीब लगी।

गलियारे में प्रवेश करने पर, मैंने देखा कि अंधेरे कमरे को जलाया गया था और बिस्तर पर, एक खुला सूटकेस और कपड़ों के कुछ टुकड़े।
लिविंग रूम में, एक सुखद आश्चर्य। एक लड़की जो अपने बिसवां दशा में दिखाई दी वह मेरी दादी से बात कर रही थी।
जब उसने मुझे देखा, तो वह मुस्कुराया, मुझे मेरे नाम से बुलाया और मेरी तरफ आया। उसने अपनी बाहें खोलीं और मुझे बताया कि वह मुझे जन्मदिन की बधाई देना चाहता है, यह समझाते हुए कि मेरी दादी ने कहा था कि मेरा जन्मदिन है। मुझे आपका आलिंगन प्राप्त हुआ और मैं महसूस कर सकी कि आपके कठोर छोटे स्तन मेरे विरुद्ध दबाए गए हैं।
उसका आलिंगन एक सामान्य आलिंगन से अधिक समय लगा। उसने मुझे बताया कि उसका नाम मार्ता था और वह मेरे दादा के दोस्त की बेटी थी। वास्तव में, उसने कहा, उसके पिता एक दोस्त से ज्यादा थे क्योंकि, एक बच्चे के रूप में, वह मेरे दादा दादी के घर में भी रह चुके थे। जब उसने कहा कि उसके पिता का नाम मतियास है तो मैंने उससे कहा कि मुझे याद है कि मैंने अपने दादा से उसके बारे में बात की थी।
वह अभी भी मुस्कुरा रही है, ने कहा कि हम निश्चित रूप से दोस्त होंगे और वह चाहती थी कि मैं शहर में उसकी कंपनी बनी रहूं, क्योंकि वह मुटुम के बारे में अभी तक कुछ नहीं जानती थी। मैंने उसे हां कहा, कि यह एक खुशी होगी और मैं अपने स्कूल के सामान को अपने कमरे में रखने के लिए गया, जो घर के शीर्ष पर था, दूसरी मंजिल पर जिसे हमने एक टाउनहाउस कहा था।
जब मैं दोपहर के भोजन के लिए नीचे गया, तो मार्टा पहले से ही मेज पर बैठी थी, दोपहर का भोजन कर रही थी।
दोपहर के भोजन के बाद हम बाहर गए ताकि वह अपनी ज़रूरत की कुछ चीज़ें खरीद सके।
मैं उसे फार्मेसी, सुपरमार्केट और एक स्टेशनरी स्टोर ले गया। वह, सभी तरह से, बोलते, बोलते और बोलते रहे। उसे कैसे बात करना पसंद था। और वह सब कुछ और सबको देखता था। मैंने देखा कि मैंने लड़कों को कैसे देखा, मेरे सहयोगियों ने जो बाद में, मुझे यकीन है कि वे जानते थे कि वे मेरा बैग भरने जा रहे हैं। वह एक बेशर्म गेंद की तरह लग रही थी। उसने लड़कों को देखा और मेरे पीछे से पूछा कि वह कौन है, उसने क्या किया। मैं आपको नाम या उपनाम दे रहा था। किसी भी समय उसने मुझे अपने लिए किसी से भी परिचय करने के लिए नहीं कहा, सौभाग्य से मेरे लिए, क्योंकि वह पहले से ही लोगों में अपनी रुचि से परेशान हो रही थी।
वापस जाते समय, जैसा कि मैंने ले जाने के लिए कुछ पैकेज दिए थे, मैं उसे अंधेरे कमरे में ले गया, जहाँ उसने मुझे पैकेज छोड़ने के लिए प्रवेश दिया। वहाँ, मैंने कमरे में बहुत अंधेरा होने के बारे में टिप्पणी की और उसने मुझे बताया कि उसने ध्यान नहीं दिया और उसने भी सोचा कि यह अच्छा है, क्योंकि इस तरह वह बेहतर तरीके से सो सकती थी। इससे भी अधिक, उसने मुझे बताया, वह पूरी तरह से नग्न होकर सोना पसंद करती थी और किसी को बाहर से उसे छेद के माध्यम से नग्न देखने का कोई जोखिम नहीं था। “आप मुझे देखने नहीं जा रहे हैं, क्या आप हैं?” उन्होंने कहा और मुझे देख कर हंसी आ गई जब मैंने खुद को एक पके टमाटर की तरह लाल महसूस किया।
जब मैं एक-एक करके, बिस्तर पर, पैकेजों को रख रहा था, तो उसने बिना कुछ कहे मुझे उस दीपक को बंद कर दिया। जल्द ही कमरे में अंधेरा हो गया, केवल रोशनी का एक निशान जहां दरवाजा था, चूंकि गलियारा दीपक भी बंद था और पहले से ही दोपहर थी। हम दोनों कमरे के अंधेरे हिस्से में थे और उसने मुझसे पूछा कि क्या मैं उसे देख रहा हूं। मैंने कहा, हाँ, लेकिन मैंने उसका अधिकार नहीं देखा। उसने मुझे बताया कि उसने भी मुझे एक भूत की तरह देखा, और अधिक हँसी। मैं बाहर पहुँचा और उसके कंधे को छुआ। वह मेरे हाथ लिया, उसके होंठ करने के लिए इसे उठाया और इसे चूमा। उसने तंग किया और मेरे चेहरे पर हाथ फेरते हुए कहा “अब जाओ, इससे पहले कि कोई यहाँ पहुँचता है। मेरे हाथ से जाने देने से पहले, उसने उसे अपने स्तन पर रख दिया और उसे निचोड़ दिया ताकि मैं उसे महसूस कर सकूं, कठोर। वह आया था, मुझे मुंह पर एक त्वरित चुंबन दे दिया और मैं बहुत चुपचाप, पूरी तरह से disoriented छोड़ दिया। और, पहली बार, प्यार में।
दूसरे दिन मार्टा ने मेरे एक दोस्त, फ़ार्मेसी के मालिक जुक्विन्हा के बेटे को डेट करना शुरू कर दिया।
अब, कुछ वर्षों के बाद, मैं फिर से मार्ता से मिल रहा हूं। “यह दुनिया वास्तव में छोटी है,” मैंने सोचा।
जैसा कि रात के खाने का समय बीत चुका था, मैं रसोई में गया और खुद एक प्लेट तैयार की और भोजन कक्ष की मेज पर बैठ गया, जहाँ मैं अकेला था, रात का भोजन कर रहा था। कुछ मिनट बाद वह आई, उसने पूछा कि क्या वह वहाँ बैठ सकती है, मुझे रखने के लिए। मैंने उसे बैठने के लिए प्रेरित किया। हमने रात का खाना खत्म होने तक बात की। फिर, हम उस घर के सामने वाले फुटपाथ पर बैठे जहाँ मेरे दादा-दादी थे, जैसे वे हमेशा थे। वहाँ हमने दूर दूर से लोगों को देखा और चौक के बगीचे में आते-जाते लोगों को देखा।
मैंने उसे बेलो होरिज़ोंटे की मेरी यात्रा, मेरी पढ़ाई, मेरे काम और वहाँ होने के कारण, मुटुम में नौकरी के बारे में बताया।
उसने मुझे बताया कि उसने कैरेटिंग में पेडागोजी में स्नातक किया है, वहां एक युवक से शादी की और वह तीन साल पहले विधवा हो गई थी। वह Aimorés में रह रहा था और उसके कोई बच्चे नहीं थे। कुछ उदास लहजे में, उन्होंने कहा कि उनके बच्चे नहीं हो सकते हैं और वह घर पर एक कंपनी के रूप में किसी और को पालने के लिए एक बच्चा खोजने की सोच रहे हैं।

वह सांता एलिसा से एक परिवार से बात करने के लिए मुटुम गए थे, जो दस साल की बेटी को अपने साथ एमेरोरस में पढ़ने के लिए रहने देना चाहता था।
जब मैंने उससे कहा कि मैं उससे मिलने का आनंद ले रहा हूं, तो उसने मुझसे कहा कि वह उसी दिन आइमोरस जाने का इरादा रखता था, लेकिन जब उसे अपने दादा-दादी से पता चला कि मैं मुटुम में था, तो मैंने वहां सोने का फैसला किया और अगले दिन ही यात्रा की। मेरे हाथ पर अपना हाथ रखते हुए, उसने धीरे से कहा, “मैंने उस काले कमरे के बारे में इतना सपना देखा था। वहाँ फिर से सोना बहुत अच्छा रहेगा ”।
उस रात के बाद, जब घर में सन्नाटा छा गया, तो मैंने उसके कमरे के दरवाजे पर हल्के से कदम रखा, जिसे अनलॉक किया गया, बिना आवाज किए उसे खोल दिया और अंदर चला गया। मैं अंधेरे में कुछ सेकंड तक देखता रहा, जब तक कि मेरी आँखें पहले से ही अंधेरे के आदी नहीं हो गईं, मैंने उसे डबल बेड में पूरी तरह से नग्न अवस्था में देखा, उसके हाथों को उसकी तरफ बढ़ाया, मुझे देखकर मुस्कुराया। सुन्दर था।
(अगले सप्ताह जारी रखने के लिए)

（第36集）

在穆图姆，PauloOtávio被捕，在新闻中被确认为代号为ComandanteMário的弗洛雷斯中士及其下属卡沃斯·埃利奥和塞萨尔（CabosHélio和César），在那被称为他的雇员Liberato和Douglas，令所有人惊讶。和害怕。毕竟，这些是游击队。政府认为游击队很危险。
在所有人的记忆中，卡帕拉乌的事件仍是最近的事，在1960年代后期逮捕了颠覆性囚犯，他们打算像年长居民所说的那样，占领整个地区，开始共产主义革命，推翻联邦政府。
但是，令人们更加恐惧的是，军方在市政厅的萨洛诺布尔（SalãoNobre）展出了由于在Fazenda NovaEsperança上进行的搜查而查获的真实战争武器库，该仓库是PauloOtávio从Imbiruçu的SôNeca购买的，关闭了和金钱。
在一个隐蔽的地方，用迷彩保护，找到了许多装有各种口径弹药的板条箱，以及其他装有刀，匕首，大砍刀，左轮手枪，shot弹枪，步枪，卡宾枪，步枪，步枪，机枪的枪械，甚至还有据一名军官称，火箭筒能够击落Mutum甚至大型飞机中的任何直升机。
那些看到所有武器的人确实很害怕。
当晚我回到祖父母的家时，我承认我是那天所有事件中最令我惊讶的人。
但是，那天我最大的惊喜。
当我向客厅推门进入房间时，我意识到连接客厅和餐厅的走廊上的暗室里的灯已经亮了。当我实际上要去厨房时，路过时我环顾四周，遇到了玛塔。
我停下脚步，看着她，心跳不停。 “天哪。你是玛尔塔，”我说。她躺在床上在做东西的她转身回答。 “当然，我是玛尔塔。我以为我已经忘记了”。他走到我站在门口的地方，伸出双臂，我们拥抱。
“我怎么能忘记你，”我看着他，缓慢地看着她的身体，对他说。他说：“看起来很漂亮。”她只是看着我，微笑着说：“奥利维奥大叔已经告诉我你在Mutum。”并补充说：“但是看来你只有时间上班。我以为我什至都不会见到你。他总结说：“我明天去艾莫雷斯（Aimorés）旅行。”
我向她保证，我将给予她全世界所有的关注，在登上公共汽车之前，我不会让她独自一人，而且我们仍然会聊很多话。她告诉我那正是她希望我做的。我们俩都笑了。
那个房间一直到处都是谜团。至少对于我那个在那所房子里长大的人来说，它很早就在黑暗的房间里听了，在那里，从连接饭厅和客厅的走廊上看，我可以看到一张双人床，总是一张双人床。但是只有在床上的小灯点亮时才能看到它。关闭，即使在白天，房间也很暗。
今天，经过我童年的很多时光，我明白了这么多黑暗的原因。在房间里，有一个密封的侧窗。如果打开的话，它将通向内部阳台，因为我们知道从餐厅到食品储藏室的通道空间，杂货被储存在这里，并通过狭窄的通道通向小巷，几乎没有动静。
窗户已经关闭，因此可以在阳台上放一个巨大的橱柜，用来存放房屋的工作工具。没有将衣橱放在单个窗口中的黑暗房间可能是一个普通房间。
它的目的是接待来宾，来访者，因为这所房子总是到处都是来自该国的亲戚或祖父母的朋友。
当他们在这里度过假期，休息时间或需要在Mutum进行体检或治疗时，最亲密的亲戚（例如我的叔叔和表兄弟）被安置在房子的其他八个房间中。
但是，在我还是个孩子的时候，围绕暗室的最大谜团就是与我被困扰有关。
有些夜晚，我们听到奇怪的声音从那里传来。而且，当然，我们和在屋子里四处游荡的其他孩子没有勇气去检查正在发生的事情，噪音的起因是什么。
那天下午16岁，当我放学回家时，我很快意识到有一个访客。我听到人们在说话，其中一种声音对我来说很奇怪。

进入走廊后，我注意到昏暗的房间已被照亮，床上有一个敞开的手提箱和一些衣服。
在客厅里，一个惊喜。一个貌似二十多岁的女孩正在和我祖母聊天。
当他看到我时，他微笑着，以我的名字呼唤我，走向我。他张开双臂，告诉我他想给我一个生日拥抱，并解释说我祖母曾说我过生日。我收到了你的拥抱，我能感觉到你那坚硬的小山雀压在我身上。
他的拥抱比正常的拥抱花费的时间更长。她告诉我，她叫玛尔塔（Marta），是我祖父朋友的女儿。她说，实际上，父亲不只是朋友，因为小时候他还住在我祖父母的房子里读书。当她说父亲的名字叫马蒂亚斯（Matias）时，我告诉她，我记得我曾听过祖父关于他的讲话。
她仍然微笑着说，我们一定会成为朋友，她希望我留在这座城市，因为她对Mutum几乎一无所知。我告诉他是的，这是一种荣幸，然后我将学校的东西存放在我房子的房间里，这是房子的顶部，在我们称为联排别墅的二楼。
当我吃午饭时，玛尔塔已经坐在桌旁吃午饭了。
午餐后，我们出去了，以便她可以买一些她说她需要的东西。
我带她去了药房，超级市场和文具店。她一直说着说着。他喜欢怎么说。他看着一切。我看到了我如何看待男孩，然后是我的同事，当然，我知道他们会把我的书包塞满。她看上去像个粗鲁的球。她看着这些家伙，然后看着我，问她是谁，她做了什么。我在给你起名字或昵称。幸运的是，她从来没有要求我向任何人介绍她，因为她已经对男生的兴趣而烦恼。
在返回途中，当我交付了一些包裹供我携带时，我陪着她到了黑暗的房间，在那里她让我进入以离开包裹。在那里，我评论说房间很暗，她告诉我她不在乎，甚至认为房间很好，因为那样她可以睡得更好。她告诉我，她甚至更喜欢完全裸睡，而且没有人从外面从洞里看到裸露的风险。 “你不会看着我的，是吗？”他说，笑着看着我，因为我觉得自己像成熟的西红柿一样变成红色。
当我将包裹一个接一个地放在床上时，她没有对我说什么，就关掉了灯泡。很快，房间变暗了，因为走廊的灯也熄灭了，已经是下午了，只剩下门边的一丝光线。我们俩都在房间的黑暗处，她咯咯地笑着问我是否正在见她。我说可以，但是我没看到她的权利。她告诉我，她也像鬼一样看到我，笑得更多。我伸出手抚摸她的肩膀。她握住我的手，将它举到嘴唇上，亲了一下。他紧紧地捏着我的手，滑下脸说：“现在走了，有人来之前。在放开我的手之前，他将其放在乳房上并挤压了一下，以便我能感觉到坚硬。她走了过来，给了我一个快速的吻，我非常安静地离开，完全迷失了方向。而且，这是第一次恋爱。
有一天，玛尔塔（Marta）开始与我的一位朋友药房老板Juquinha的儿子约会。
现在，几年后，我又要见玛塔了。我想：“这个世界真的很小。”
随着晚餐时间的流逝，我去厨房自己准备了一个盘子，坐在我独自一人吃饭的餐桌旁。几分钟后，她到达，问她是否可以坐在那里，让我陪伴。我示意他坐下。我们一直聊到我吃完饭。然后，我们像往常一样坐在祖父母所在房屋的前人行道上。我们在那儿聊天，看着人们在广场花园里来来去去。
我告诉了他我去贝洛奥里藏特的行程，学业，工作以及在Mutum工作的原因。
她告诉我说她已经毕业于加拉廷加的教育学，在那里娶了一个年轻人，而且她在三年前丧偶。他住在艾莫雷斯（Aimorés），没有孩子。在有些伤感的语气，他说，他不能有孩子，他想找到一个孩子养的，让别人作为一个公司，在家里。

他去Mutum的目的恰好是与Santa Elisa一家人聊天，她想让一个十岁的女儿和她一起住在Aimorés读书。
当我告诉他我很高兴见到她时，他告诉我他打算在同一天去爱莫雷斯（Aimorés），但是当他从祖父母那里得知我在Mutum时，我决定在那里睡觉，第二天才去。 他把手放在我的手上，轻声说道：“我梦见了我们那个黑暗的房间。 再次在那里睡会很好。”
那天晚上晚些时候，当房子里传来寂静时，我轻轻地走进了他房间的门，门被打开了，没有发出声音就打开了，然后走进了房间。 我呆了几秒钟在黑暗中注视着，直到我的眼睛已经习惯了黑暗，我看到她完全裸躺在床上，双手伸向她的侧面，对我微笑。 很漂亮
（下周继续）

(Episodio 36)

En Mutum, la detención de Paulo Otávio, identificado en las noticias como el Sargento Flores, cuyo nombre en clave es el Comandante Mário y sus subordinados, Cabos Hélio y César, conocidos allí como sus empleados Liberato y Douglas, dejó a todos asombrados. Y asustado. Después de todo, eran guerrilleros. Y guerrillas consideradas por el gobierno peligrosas.
En la memoria de todos, los hechos de Caparaó eran aún recientes, cuando a fines de la década de 1960 se detuvo a presos subversivos que pretendían, como decían los vecinos mayores, apoderarse de toda esa región para iniciar una revolución comunista y derrocar al gobierno federal.
Pero lo que asustó aún más a la gente fue cuando los militares exhibieron, en el Salão Nobre del Ayuntamiento, el arsenal de guerra real incautado como resultado de los registros realizados en la Fazenda Nova Esperança, comprada por Paulo Otávio de Sô Neca, en Imbiruçu, con un portón cerrado. y dinero.
En un lugar escondido y protegido por camuflaje, se encontraron una gran cantidad de cajas con municiones de diversos calibres, así como otras que contenían cuchillos, dagas, machetes, revólveres, escopetas, rifles, carabinas, rifles, rifles, ametralladoras e incluso un bazuca que, según un militar, era capaz de derribar cualquiera de esos helicópteros que había en Mutum o incluso un avión de gran tamaño.
Aquellos que vieron todo ese armamento tenían razón en estar muy asustados.
Cuando regresé a la casa de mis abuelos esa misma noche, confieso que fui yo quien más me asombró de todos los acontecimientos de ese día.
Sin embargo, tuve la mayor sorpresa ese día.
Cuando empujé la puerta de la sala y entré, me di cuenta de que la luz del cuarto oscuro del pasillo que conectaba la sala con el comedor estaba encendida. Mientras me dirigía a la cocina, al pasar miré a mi alrededor y me encontré con Marta.
Mi corazón dio un vuelco cuando me detuve, mirándola. “Dios mio. Tú eres Marta ”, le dije. A lo que ella, que estaba de espaldas haciendo algo en la cama, se dio la vuelta respondiendo. “Por supuesto, soy Marta. Pensé que ya lo había olvidado ”. Caminó hacia donde yo estaba parado en la puerta, extendió sus brazos y nos abrazamos.
“Cómo pude olvidarte,” le dije mientras la miraba, echando un vistazo lento a través de su cuerpo. “Se ve hermoso”, dijo. Ella solo me miró y sonrió diciendo “El tío Olívio ya me había dicho que estabas en Mutum” y agregó “Pero parece que solo tienes tiempo para trabajar. Pensé que ni siquiera te vería. Viajo mañana a Aimorés ”, finalizó.
Le aseguré que le daría toda la atención del mundo, que no la dejaría sola hasta que no subiera al autobús y que seguiríamos hablando mucho. Ella me dijo que eso era exactamente lo que esperaba que hiciera. Ambos sonreímos.
Esa habitación siempre ha estado rodeada de misterios. Al menos para mí, que había crecido en esa casa, escuchando muy temprano en el cuarto oscuro, donde, mirando desde el pasillo que comunicaba el comedor con la sala, podía ver una cama doble, siempre maquillada. Pero solo era posible verlo cuando la pequeña lámpara de la cama estaba encendida. Apagado, la habitación estaba oscura incluso durante el día.
Hoy, después de tanto tiempo de mi infancia, comprendo la razón de tanta oscuridad. Había, en la habitación, una ventana lateral que había sido sellada, sellada. De estar abierto, daría paso al balcón interior, como conocíamos el espacio de paso desde el comedor hasta la despensa, donde se guardaban los víveres y que, a través de un pasaje estrecho, desembocaba en una calle lateral, con poco movimiento.
La ventana se había cerrado para que allí, en el balcón, fuera posible colocar un gran armario, donde se guardaban las herramientas de trabajo de la casa. La habitación oscura, sin el armario colocado en su única ventana, podría ser una sala común.
Su propósito era recibir huéspedes, visitantes, ya que la casa siempre estuvo llena de familiares del campo o amigos de mis abuelos, de paso por la ciudad.
Los parientes más cercanos, como mis tíos y primos, estaban alojados en las otras ocho habitaciones de la casa, cuando pasaban allí sus vacaciones, períodos de descanso o cuando necesitaban estar en Mutum para exámenes o tratamientos médicos.
Pero el mayor misterio que rodeaba el cuarto oscuro estaba relacionado, cuando todavía era un niño, con la creencia de que estaba obsesionado.
Algunas noches escuchamos ruidos extraños provenientes de allí. Y, por supuesto, nosotros y los demás niños que deambulaban por la casa no tuvimos el valor de ir a ver qué pasaba, cuáles eran las causas del ruido.
La tarde del día en que cumplí dieciséis años, cuando volví de la escuela, pronto me di cuenta de que había una visita. Escuché gente hablando y una de esas voces me resultó extraña.

Al entrar al pasillo, noté que la habitación oscura estaba iluminada y, sobre la cama, una maleta abierta y algunas prendas.
En el salón, una grata sorpresa. Una chica que parecía tener veintitantos años estaba hablando con mi abuela.
Cuando me vio, sonrió, me llamó por mi nombre y se acercó a mí. Abrió los brazos y me dijo que quería darme un abrazo de cumpleaños, explicando que mi abuela había dicho que yo estaba de cumpleaños. Recibí tu abrazo y pude sentir tus duras tetitas presionadas contra mí.
Su abrazo tomó más tiempo que un abrazo normal. Me dijo que se llamaba Marta y que era hija de un amigo de mi abuelo. En realidad, dijo, su padre era más que un amigo porque, de niño, también había vivido en la casa de mis abuelos para estudiar. Cuando dijo que su padre se llamaba Matías, le dije que recordaba haber oído a mi abuelo hablar de él.
Ella, sin dejar de sonreír, dijo que sin duda seríamos amigas y que quería que siguiera siendo su compañía en la ciudad, ya que todavía no sabía casi nada de Mutum. Le dije que sí, que sería un placer y fui a guardar mis cosas de la escuela en mi habitación, que estaba en la parte superior de la casa, en un segundo piso que llamábamos townhouse.
Cuando bajé a almorzar, Marta ya estaba sentada a la mesa, almorzando.
Después del almuerzo salimos para que pudiera comprar algunas cosas que dijo que necesitaba.
La llevé a la farmacia, al supermercado y a una papelería. Ella, durante todo el camino, habló, habló y habló. Cómo le gustaba hablar. Y miró todo y a todos. Vi cómo miraba a los chicos, a mis compañeros que después, seguro, supe que me iban a llenar la bolsa. Parecía una bola de bronce. Ella miró a los chicos y me miró directamente para preguntarme quién era, qué hacía. Te estaba dando nombres o apodos. En ningún momento me pidió que la presentara a nadie, por suerte para mí, porque ya estaba molesta con su interés por los chicos.
En el camino de regreso, como había entregado algunos paquetes para que los llevara, la acompañé al cuarto oscuro, donde me hizo entrar para dejar los paquetes. Ahí le comenté que la habitación estaba muy oscura y ella me dijo que no le importaba y que hasta pensaba que era bueno, porque así podía dormir mejor. Más aún, me dijo, le gustaba dormir completamente desnuda y no había riesgo de que alguien la viera desnuda por un agujero, desde fuera. “No me vas a mirar, ¿verdad?” Dijo y se rió mirándome cuando sentí que me ponía roja como un tomate maduro.
Mientras colocaba los paquetes, uno a uno, sobre la cama, ella sin decirme nada apagó la lámpara que estaba encendida. Pronto la habitación se oscureció, dejando solo un rastro de luz donde estaba la puerta, ya que la lámpara del pasillo también estaba apagada y ya era de tarde. Ambos estábamos en la parte oscura de la habitación y ella se rió y me preguntó si la estaba viendo. Dije que sí, pero no la vi bien. Me dijo que también me veía como un fantasma y se rió más. Extendí la mano y toqué su hombro. Ella tomó mi mano, se la llevó a los labios y la besó. Apretó más fuerte y deslizó mi mano por su rostro diciendo “ahora vete, antes de que alguien llegue. Antes de soltar mi mano, la puso sobre su pecho y la apretó para que yo pudiera sentirla con fuerza. Ella se acercó, me dio un beso rápido en la boca y me fui muy silencioso, completamente desorientado. Y, por primera vez, enamorado.
El otro día Marta empezó a salir con el hijo del dueño de la farmacia, Juquinha, uno de mis amigos.
Ahora, después de unos años, he aquí, me encuentro de nuevo con Marta. “Este mundo es realmente pequeño”, pensé.
Cuando pasó la hora de la cena, fui a la cocina, me preparé un plato y me senté a la mesa del comedor, donde estaba solo, cenando. Unos minutos más tarde llegó y me preguntó si podía sentarse allí para hacerme compañía. Le indiqué que se sentara. Hablamos hasta que terminé de cenar. Luego, nos sentamos en la acera de la casa donde estaban mis abuelos, como siempre. Allí charlamos y vimos a la gente ir y venir en el jardín cuadrado.
Le hablé de mi viaje a Belo Horizonte, mis estudios, mi trabajo y el motivo de estar allí, en Mutum, en el trabajo.
Me dijo que se había graduado en Pedagogía en Caratinga, estaba casada con un joven allí y que había enviudado hace tres años. Vivía en Aimorés y no tenía hijos. En tono algo triste, manifestó que no podía tener hijos y que estaba pensando en encontrar un hijo para criar, para tener a alguien más como empresa, en casa.

Había ido a Mutum precisamente para hablar con una familia de Santa Elisa que quería dejar que una hija de diez años viviera con ella en Aimorés para estudiar.
Cuando le dije que estaba disfrutando de conocerla, me dijo que tenía intención de ir a Aimorés ese mismo día, pero cuando supo por sus abuelos que yo estaba en Mutum, había decidido dormir allí y solo viajar al día siguiente. Poniendo su mano sobre la mía, dijo en voz baja: “Soñé tanto con ese cuarto oscuro nuestro. Será muy agradable volver a dormir allí ”.
Más tarde esa noche, cuando el silencio se apoderó de la casa, caminé suavemente hacia la puerta de su habitación, que estaba abierta, la abrí sin hacer ruido y entré. Me quedé unos segundos mirando en la oscuridad hasta que, con los ojos ya acostumbrados a la oscuridad, la vi acostada en la cama de matrimonio completamente desnuda, con las manos extendidas a los lados, sonriéndome. Fue hermoso.

(Continuará la próxima semana)

(Episode 36)

In Mutum, the arrest of Paulo Otavio, identified in news reports as Sergeant Flores, alias Commander Mario and his subordinates, Hélio cables and Caesar, known there as their Liberato and Douglas employees left the all stunned residents. And scared. It was, after all, the guerrillas. And guerrilla considered by the government as being dangerous.

In memory of all they were still recent Caparaó events, when in the late 60 subversives were arrested that they intended, according to said older residents, taking the entire region to start a communist revolution and overthrow the federal government.

But what left the People of Mutum even more frightened was when the military exhibited at Noble City Hall Hall, the real war arsenal seized as a result of searches made in Fazenda Nova Esperança, bought by Paulo Otavio to Sô Neca in Imbiruçu, closed gate and money.

In a hidden and protected by a cloaking site, a lot of boxes of ammunition of various calibres were found, and others containing from knives, daggers, machetes, handguns, shotguns, rifles, carbines, assault rifles, grenades, machine guns and even a bazooka that, reported a military man, was able to take down any of those helicopters were in Mutum or even a large plane.

Those who saw all that weaponry had really good reason to be frightened.

When I returned to my grandparents’ house, earlier that night, I confess that I was who else was amazed at all the events of that day.

However, those who had the greatest surprises that day was me.

When pushed open the room door and entered, I realized I was on the light of the dark room of the corridor connecting the living room with the dining room. As even went to the kitchen to go I looked and I ran with Marta.

My heart jumped as I stopped, looking at her. “My God. You Marta “ I said. And she, who was back packing something in bed, turned answering. “Of course I’m Martha. I thought I had forgotten. ” He walked over to where I was standing at the door, he reached out and hugged.

“How could I forget you,” I said as he watched the strolling slowly look around your body. “It’s beautiful,” he said. She just gave me a look and smiled saying “Uncle Oliver had told me you were in Mutum” adding “But it seems that only have time to work. I thought I was not even see you. Tomorrow I travel to Aimorés, “ he concluded.

I’d assured her that her whole world’s attention, would not leave her alone to get on the bus and we would talk much yet. She told me that this was even expected me to do. Both smiled.

That room was always surrounded by mysteries. At least for me, who grew up in that house very early hearing in the dark room, where, looking corridor that connected the dining room to the living room, I could see a double bed, always tidy. But you could only see her when the little pendant lamp over the bed was on. Off, the room was dark by day.

Today, we spent so much time of my childhood, I understand why so much darkness. There was in the room, a side window that had been sealed, even sealed. If open, give to the balcony from the inside, as we knew the dining room of the passage space for the pantry, where supplies were stored and that by a narrow passage leading to a side street of little movement.

The window had been closed so that there, on the balcony, it was possible to put a huge closet, where were kept the house work tools. The dark room without the closet placed in your single window could be a common room.

Their destination was to receive guests, visitors, since the house was always full of welcome from the country relatives or friends of my grandparents, passing through the city.

The closest relatives, like my uncles and cousins, were housed in eight other rooms of the house when there spent their holiday break seasons or when needed to be in Mutum for medical examination or treatment.

But the biggest mystery surrounding the dark room was concerned, when I was a child, the belief being haunted.

We listened, on some nights, strange noises coming from there. And of course we had, me and the other children who’d wander through the house, the courage to go see what was happening, what the causes of noises.

On the afternoon of the day I turned sixteen, when I entered the house, returning from school, I soon realized that there was visit. I heard people talking and one of those voices I was strange.

Upon entering the hallway, I realized that the dark room was lit and, on the bed, an open suitcase and a few pieces of clothing.

In the room, a pleasant surprise. A girl who seemed to be about twenty, talking to my grandmother.

When she saw me, she smiled, called me by my name and came towards me. He opened his arms and told me he wanted to give me a birthday hug, explaining that my grandmother had said I was birthday. I received your hug and I could feel his tight perky breasts against me.

His embrace was more time consuming than a regular hug. He told me his name was Marta and was the daughter of a friend of my grandfather. In fact, she said, his father was more than a friend because, as a child, had lived also in my grandparents’ house to study. When she said the name of his father was Matias I told him I remembered have heard my grandfather about it.

She, still smiling, said sure we would be friends and she wanted me to stay with your company in the city, since she did not know almost anything Mutum yet. I said yes, it would be a pleasure and I keep my school stuff in my room, which was at the top of the house, in a second floor we called townhouse.

When I came down for lunch, Martha was already sitting at the table, eating lunch.

After lunch we left so she could buy some things he said he needed.

I took her to the pharmacy, supermarket and a stationery. Her all the way, talked, talked and talked. As I liked to talk. And I looked at everything and everyone. I saw how he looked at the boys, my colleagues then, for sure, I knew I would fill my bag. She seemed like a cheeky boxer. She looked at the guys and looked soon after to me to ask who he was, what he was doing. I was giving you the names or nicknames. At no time she asked me to present it to someone, to my luck, because he was getting bored with his interest in faces.

On the way back, as he delivered some packages for me to carry, I accompanied her to the dark room, which made me sign in to leave packages. There, I said about the room being too dark and she told me she did not care and that even felt good, because it might sleep better. Even more, he told me, liked to sleep naked and not run the risk of someone seeing her naked for some hole out. “You will not look at me, is not it?” He said and was laughing watching me as I felt I was getting red as a ripe tomato.

As I was putting the packages one by one, in bed, she went out without telling me the lamp was on. Soon the room went dark, leaving only a trace of light where the door was, as the hall lamp was also cleared and already was late. We were both in the dark part of the room and she gave a low chuckle wondering if he was seeing. I told him yes, but not the right way. She told me she also saw me just like a ghost, and laughed more. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She held my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it . He tightened his grip and slid my hand down his face telling me “now goes before anyone gets here. Before releasing my hand put it in her boobs and pressed for me to feel, hard. She came over, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and I went out and quietly, completely disoriented. And for the first time in love.

The other day Marta began dating the son of the owner of the pharmacy, Juquinha, one of my friends.

Now, the past few years , behold, I meet again with Martha. “This world is really small,” I thought.

How had passed the dinner hours, I went to the kitchen and prepared myself a plate and sat at the table in the dining room where I was alone, eating dinner. A few minutes later she arrived, asked if he could sit there to keep me company. I motioned for her to sit. We talked until I finished dinner. Then we sat in front of the driveway of the house where they were now, as they always did, my grandparents. There were goofing off and watching the movement of coming and going of people in the square yard.

I told him of my trip to Belo Horizonte, my studies, my work and the reason for being there in Mutum the service.

She told me she had graduated in Pedagogy in Caratinga, married a boy there and widowed three years ago. I was living in Aimorés and had no children. In a kind of sad tone he said he could not have children and I was thinking of getting a child to create, to have the presence of someone else as a company at home.

Had gone to Mutum just to talk to a family of Santa Elisa he wanted to leave a daughter, ten, live with her in Aimorés to study.

When I told him I was enjoying having found, he told me that he intended to go to Aimores that day, but when I heard the grandparents I was in Mutum, had decided to sleep there and just travel the next day. Putting his hand on my hand told me softly , “I’ve dreamed so much that our dark room. It will be very tasty sleep there again. “

Later that night, when silence took the house I was stepping light to the door of his room, which was unlocked, opened it without making any noise and went. I was watching a few seconds in the dark until, with my eyes accustomed to the dark saw her lying on the naked couple in bed with hands outstretched to the side of the body, me smiling. Was beautiful.

The  arsenal

In Mutum, the arrest of Paulo Otavio, identified in news reports as Sergeant Flores, alias Commander Mario and his subordinates, Hélio cables and Caesar, known there as their Liberato and Douglas employees left the all stunned residents. And scared. It was, after all, the guerrillas. And guerrilla considered by the government as being dangerous.

In memory of all they were still recent Caparaó events, when in the late 60 subversives were arrested that they intended, according to said older residents, taking the entire region to start a communist revolution and overthrow the federal government.

But what left the People of Mutum even more frightened was when the military exhibited at Noble City Hall Hall, the real war arsenal seized as a result of searches made in Fazenda Nova Esperança, bought by Paulo Otavio to Sô Neca in Imbiruçu, closed gate and money.

In a hidden and protected by a cloaking site, a lot of boxes of ammunition of various calibres were found, and others containing from knives, daggers, machetes, handguns, shotguns, rifles, carbines, assault rifles, grenades, machine guns and even a bazooka that, reported a military man, was able to take down any of those helicopters were in Mutum or even a large plane.

Those who saw all that weaponry had really good reason to be frightened.

When I returned to my grandparents’ house, earlier that night, I confess that I was who else was amazed at all the events of that day.

However, those who had the greatest surprises that day was me.

When pushed open the room door and entered, I realized I was on the light of the dark room of the corridor connecting the living room with the dining room. As even went to the kitchen to go I looked and I ran with Marta.

My heart jumped as I stopped, looking at her. “My God. You Marta “ I said. And she, who was back packing something in bed, turned answering. “Of course I’m Martha. I thought I had forgotten. ” He walked over to where I was standing at the door, he reached out and hugged.

“How could I forget you,” I said as he watched the strolling slowly look around your body. “It’s beautiful,” he said. She just gave me a look and smiled saying “Uncle Oliver had told me you were in Mutum” adding “But it seems that only have time to work. I thought I was not even see you. Tomorrow I travel to Aimorés, “ he concluded.

I’d assured her that her whole world’s attention, would not leave her alone to get on the bus and we would talk much yet. She told me that this was even expected me to do. Both smiled.

That room was always surrounded by mysteries. At least for me, who grew up in that house very early hearing in the dark room, where, looking corridor that connected the dining room to the living room, I could see a double bed, always tidy. But you could only see her when the little pendant lamp over the bed was on. Off, the room was dark by day.

Today, we spent so much time of my childhood, I understand why so much darkness. There was in the room, a side window that had been sealed, even sealed. If open, give to the balcony from the inside, as we knew the dining room of the passage space for the pantry, where supplies were stored and that by a narrow passage leading to a side street of little movement.

The window had been closed so that there, on the balcony, it was possible to put a huge closet, where were kept the house work tools. The dark room without the closet placed in your single window could be a common room.

Their destination was to receive guests, visitors, since the house was always full of welcome from the country relatives or friends of my grandparents, passing through the city.

The closest relatives, like my uncles and cousins, were housed in eight other rooms of the house when there spent their holiday break seasons or when needed to be in Mutum for medical examination or treatment.

But the biggest mystery surrounding the dark room was concerned, when I was a child, the belief being haunted.

We listened, on some nights, strange noises coming from there. And of course we had, me and the other children who’d wander through the house, the courage to go see what was happening, what the causes of noises.

On the afternoon of the day I turned sixteen, when I entered the house, returning from school, I soon realized that there was visit. I heard people talking and one of those voices I was strange.

Upon entering the hallway, I realized that the dark room was lit and, on the bed, an open suitcase and a few pieces of clothing.

In the room, a pleasant surprise. A girl who seemed to be about twenty, talking to my grandmother.

When she saw me, she smiled, called me by my name and came towards me. He opened his arms and told me he wanted to give me a birthday hug, explaining that my grandmother had said I was birthday. I received your hug and I could feel his tight perky breasts against me.

His embrace was more time consuming than a regular hug. He told me his name was Marta and was the daughter of a friend of my grandfather. In fact, she said, his father was more than a friend because, as a child, had lived also in my grandparents’ house to study. When she said the name of his father was Matias I told him I remembered have heard my grandfather about it.

She, still smiling, said sure we would be friends and she wanted me to stay with your company in the city, since she did not know almost anything Mutum yet. I said yes, it would be a pleasure and I keep my school stuff in my room, which was at the top of the house, in a second floor we called townhouse.

When I came down for lunch, Martha was already sitting at the table, eating lunch.

After lunch we left so she could buy some things he said he needed.

I took her to the pharmacy, supermarket and a stationery. Her all the way, talked, talked and talked. As I liked to talk. And I looked at everything and everyone. I saw how he looked at the boys, my colleagues then, for sure, I knew I would fill my bag. She seemed like a cheeky boxer. She looked at the guys and looked soon after to me to ask who he was, what he was doing. I was giving you the names or nicknames. At no time she asked me to present it to someone, to my luck, because he was getting bored with his interest in faces.

On the way back, as he delivered some packages for me to carry, I accompanied her to the dark room, which made me sign in to leave packages. There, I said about the room being too dark and she told me she did not care and that even felt good, because it might sleep better. Even more, he told me, liked to sleep naked and not run the risk of someone seeing her naked for some hole out. “You will not look at me, is not it?” He said and was laughing watching me as I felt I was getting red as a ripe tomato.

As I was putting the packages one by one, in bed, she went out without telling me the lamp was on. Soon the room went dark, leaving only a trace of light where the door was, as the hall lamp was also cleared and already was late. We were both in the dark part of the room and she gave a low chuckle wondering if he was seeing. I told him yes, but not the right way. She told me she also saw me just like a ghost, and laughed more. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She held my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it . He tightened his grip and slid my hand down his face telling me “now goes before anyone gets here. Before releasing my hand put it in her boobs and pressed for me to feel, hard. She came over, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and I went out and quietly, completely disoriented. And for the first time in love.

The other day Marta began dating the son of the owner of the pharmacy, Juquinha, one of my friends.

Now, the past few years , behold, I meet again with Martha. “This world is really small,” I thought.

How had passed the dinner hours, I went to the kitchen and prepared myself a plate and sat at the table in the dining room where I was alone, eating dinner. A few minutes later she arrived, asked if he could sit there to keep me company. I motioned for her to sit. We talked until I finished dinner. Then we sat in front of the driveway of the house where they were now, as they always did, my grandparents. There were goofing off and watching the movement of coming and going of people in the square yard.

I told him of my trip to Belo Horizonte, my studies, my work and the reason for being there in Mutum the service.

She told me she had graduated in Pedagogy in Caratinga, married a boy there and widowed three years ago. I was living in Aimorés and had no children. In a kind of sad tone he said he could not have children and I was thinking of getting a child to create, to have the presence of someone else as a company at home.

Had gone to Mutum just to talk to a family of Santa Elisa he wanted to leave a daughter, ten, live with her in Aimorés to study.

When I told him I was enjoying having found, he told me that he intended to go to Aimores that day, but when I heard the grandparents I was in Mutum, had decided to sleep there and just travel the next day. Putting his hand on my hand told me softly , “I’ve dreamed so much that our dark room. It will be very tasty sleep there again. “

Later that night, when silence took the house I was stepping light to the door of his room, which was unlocked, opened it without making any noise and went. I was watching a few seconds in the dark until, with my eyes accustomed to the dark saw her lying on the naked couple in bed with hands outstretched to the side of the body, me smiling. Was beautiful.

(To be continued next week)

(Episódio 36)

Em Mutum, a prisão de Paulo Otávio, identificado nos noticiários como Sargento Flores, de codinome Comandante Mário e de seus subordinados, Cabos Hélio e César, conhecidos lá como seus empregados Liberato e Douglas, deixou a todos os moradores atônitos. E assustados. Tratava-se, afinal, de guerrilheiros.  E de guerrilheiros considerados pelo governo como sendo perigosos.

Na lembrança de todos ainda estavam recentes os acontecimentos do Caparaó, quando no final dos anos 60 foram presos subversivos que tencionavam, segundo diziam os moradores mais antigos, tomar toda aquela  região para iniciar uma revolução comunista e derrubar o governo federal.

Mas o que deixou os mutuenses ainda mais assustados foi quando os militares exibiram, no Salão Nobre da Prefeitura, o verdadeiro arsenal bélico apreendido como resultado das buscas feitas na Fazenda Nova Esperança, comprada por Paulo Otávio ao Sô Neca, no Imbiruçu, de porteira fechada e no dinheiro.

Em um local escondido e protegido por uma camuflagem, foi encontrada uma grande quantidade de caixotes com munição de variados calibres, além de outros contendo desde facas, punhais, facões, revólveres, espingardas, rifles, carabinas, fuzis, granadas, metralhadoras e até uma bazuca que, segundo informou um militar, era capaz de derrubar qualquer um daqueles helicópteros que estavam em Mutum ou até mesmo um avião de grande porte.

Aqueles que viram todo aquele armamento tinham, realmente, razão para ficarem bem assustados.

Quando retornei à casa dos meus avós, no começo daquela noite, confesso que eu era quem mais estava espantado com todos os acontecimentos daquele dia.

No entanto, quem teve a maior das surpresas naquele dia fui eu.

Quando empurrei a porta da sala e entrei, percebi que estava acesa a luz do quarto escuro do corredor que ligava a sala de visitas com a sala de jantar. Como ia mesmo para a cozinha, ao passar dei uma olhada e dei de cara com a Marta.

Meu coração deu um salto enquanto eu parava, olhando para ela. “Meu Deus. Você é a Marta” eu disse. Ao que ela, que se encontrava de costas arrumando alguma coisa na cama, virou-se respondendo. “Claro que sou a Marta. Achei que já tinha me esquecido”. Caminhou até onde eu estava parado, na porta, estendeu os braços e nos abraçamos.

“Como eu poderia esquecer você”, eu lhe disse enquanto a olhava passeando o olhar bem devagar por todo o seu corpo. “Está linda”, disse. Ela apenas me dirigiu um olhar e sorriu dizendo “O Tio Olívio já tinha me falado que você estava em Mutum” acrescentando “Mas parece que só tem tempo para o trabalho. Achei que nem fosse ver você. Viajo amanhã pra Aimorés”, concluiu.

Eu lhe assegurei que lhe daria toda a atenção do mundo, que não ia deixá-la sozinha até embarcar no ônibus e que iríamos conversar muito ainda. Ela me disse que era isso mesmo que esperava que eu fizesse. Ambos sorrimos.

Aquele quarto sempre foi cercado de mistérios. Pelo menos para mim, que crescera naquela casa, desde muito cedo ouvindo falar no quarto escuro, onde, olhando do  corredor que ligava a sala de jantar à sala de visitas, dava para ver uma cama de casal, sempre arrumada. Mas só era possível vê-la quando a pequena lâmpada pendente sobre a cama estava acesa. Apagada, o quarto era escuro até de dia.

Hoje, já passado tanto tempo da minha infância, entendo a razão de tanta escuridão. Havia, no quarto, uma janela lateral que tinha sido vedada, lacrada mesmo. Se aberta, daria para a varanda de dentro, como conhecíamos o espaço de passagem da sala de jantar para a despensa, onde ficavam estocados os mantimentos e que, por uma passagem estreita, levava à uma rua lateral, de pouco movimento.

 A janela havia sido fechada para que lá, na varanda, fosse possível colocar um enorme armário, onde ficavam guardadas as ferramentas de trabalho da casa. O quarto escuro, sem o armário colocado em sua única janela poderia ser um quarto comum.

A sua destinação era receber hóspedes, visitas, já que a casa sempre estava cheia de parentes vindos da roça ou amigos de meus avós, de passagem pela cidade.

 Os parentes mais próximos, como os meus tios e primos, ficavam alojados nos outros oito quartos da casa, quando lá passavam suas férias, temporadas de descanso ou quando precisavam estar em Mutum para fazer exames ou tratamentos médicos.

Mas o mistério maior em torno do quarto escuro estava relacionado, quando eu ainda era criança, a crença de ser mal assombrado.

 Escutávamos, em algumas noites, barulhos estranhos vindos de lá. E é claro que não tínhamos, eu e as outras crianças que perambulávamos pela casa, coragem de ir  verificar o que acontecia, quais as causas dos barulhos.

Na tarde do dia em que  completei dezesseis anos, quando  entrei em casa, voltando do colégio, logo percebi que havia visita. Ouvi gente conversando e uma daquelas vozes me era estranha.

 Ao entrar no corredor, percebi que o quarto escuro estava iluminado e, sobre a cama, uma mala aberta e algumas peças de roupas.

 Na sala, uma agradável surpresa. Uma garota que me pareceu ter uns vinte anos, conversava com minha avó.

Ao me ver, sorriu, chamou-me pelo meu nome e veio em minha direção. Abriu os braços e me disse que queria me dar um abraço de aniversário, explicando que minha avó havia dito que eu estava aniversariando. Eu recebi o seu abraço e pude sentir os seus peitinhos durinhos apertados contra mim.

 Seu abraço foi mais demorado que um abraço normal. Disse-me que se chamava  Marta e que era filha de um amigo do meu avô. Na realidade, ela dizia, o seu pai era mais que um amigo porque, quando criança, tinha morado, também, na casa dos meus avós para estudar. Quando ela disse que o nome do seu pai era Matias eu lhe disse que me lembrava de já ter ouvido o meu avô falar dele.

 Ela, ainda sorrindo, disse que com certeza seríamos amigos e que ela queria que eu ficasse sendo a sua companhia na cidade, já que não conhecia quase nada de Mutum ainda. Eu lhe disse que sim, que seria um prazer e fui guardar as minhas coisas da escola no meu quarto, que era na parte de cima da casa, em um segundo andar que chamávamos de sobrado.

Quando desci para almoçar, Marta já estava sentada à mesa, almoçando.

Depois do almoço saímos para que ela pudesse comprar algumas coisas que disse que precisava.

 Levei-a à farmácia, ao supermercado e a uma papelaria. Ela, durante todo o percurso, falou, falou e falou. Como gostava de falar. E olhava para tudo e para todos. Vi como olhava para os rapazes, meus colegas que depois, com toda a certeza, eu sabia que iam encher o meu saco. Ela me pareceu uma boleira descarada. Ela olhava pros caras e olhava logo em seguida pra mim pra perguntar quem era, o que fazia. Eu ia lhe dando os nomes ou os apelidos. Em momento algum ela me pediu para apresentá-la a alguém, para a minha sorte, porque já estava ficando aborrecido com seu interesse pelos caras.

Na volta, como tinha entregue alguns embrulhos para que eu os carregasse, acompanhei-a  até o quarto escuro, onde me fez entrar para deixar os pacotes. Lá, comentei sobre o quarto ser muito escuro e ela me disse que não se importava e que até achava bom, porque assim poderia dormir melhor. Ainda mais, me disse, gostava de dormir completamente nua e não corria o risco de alguém vê-la pelada por algum buraco, de fora. “Você não vai me olhar, não é?” disse e ficou rindo me olhando enquanto eu sentia que ia ficando vermelho como um tomate maduro.

Enquanto eu ia colocando os pacotes, um por um, na cama, ela sem me dizer nada apagou a lâmpada que estava acesa. Logo o quarto escureceu, deixando apenas um rastro de luz onde estava a porta, já que a lâmpada  do corredor também estava apagada e já era de tarde. Ficamos os dois na parte escura do quarto e ela deu um risinho baixo me perguntando se a estava vendo. Eu lhe disse que sim, mas que não a via direito. Ela me disse que também me via apenas como se fosse um fantasma, e riu mais. Estiquei o braço e a toquei no ombro. Ela segurou a minha mão, levou-a aos lábios e a beijou. Apertou mais forte e deslizou a minha mão pelo seu rosto me dizendo “agora vai, antes que alguém chegue aqui. Antes de soltar a minha mão colocou-a no seu peitinho e apertou para que eu o sentisse, durinho. Ela aproximou-se, me deu um beijo rápido na boca e eu saí bem de mansinho, completamente desorientado. E, pela primeira vez, apaixonado.

No outro dia Marta começou a namorar o filho do dono da farmácia, o Juquinha, um dos meus amigos.

Agora, passado alguns anos eis que me encontro novamente com a Marta. “Esse mundo é mesmo muito pequeno”, pensei.

Como já tinha passado o horário do jantar, fui até a cozinha e preparei eu mesmo um prato e me sentei à mesa da sala de jantar, onde fiquei sozinho, jantando. Alguns minutos depois ela chegou, perguntou se podia sentar-se lá, para me fazer companhia. Fiz um sinal para que se sentasse. Ficamos conversando até que eu terminei de jantar. Depois, nos sentamos na calçada da frente da casa onde já estavam, como sempre faziam, os meus avós. Ali ficamos jogando conversa fora e observando o movimento de vai e vem das pessoas no jardim da praça.

Eu lhe falei da minha ida para Belo Horizonte, dos meus estudos, do meu trabalho e a razão para estar ali, em Mutum, a serviço.

Ela me disse que tinha se formado em Pedagogia em Caratinga, casado com um rapaz de lá e que enviuvara há três anos. Estava morando em Aimorés e não tinha filhos. Num tom meio triste afirmou que não podia ter filhos e que estava pensando em arranjar alguma criança para criar, para ter a presença de mais alguém como companhia, em casa.

Tinha ido a Mutum exatamente para conversar com uma família de Santa Elisa que queria deixar uma filha, com dez anos, morar com ela em Aimorés para estudar.

Quando eu lhe disse que estava gostando de a ter encontrado, disse-me que tinha a intenção de ir para Aimorés naquele mesmo dia, mas quando soube pelos avós que eu estava em Mutum, tinha resolvido dormir lá e só viajar no dia seguinte. Pondo a mão sobre a minha mão me disse baixinho “Eu já sonhei tanto com aquele nosso quartinho escuro. Vai ser muito gostoso dormir lá de novo”.

Mais tarde naquela noite, quando o silêncio tomou conta da casa eu fui pisando de levinho até a porta do seu quarto, que estava destrancada, a abri sem fazer nenhum barulho e entrei. Fiquei alguns segundos observando na escuridão até que, com os meus olhos já acostumados ao escuro a vi deitada na cama de casal completamente nua, com as mãos estendidas ao lado do corpo, me sorrindo. Estava linda.

(Continua na próxima semana)