“Sweetie.” “So...” “It’s different now, Portuga. Truth is, Sweetie is just a simple little orange tree that doesn’t even flower...
But not you. You’re my friend and that’s why I asked to go for a ride in our car, which is soon going to be just yours.
I came to say goodbye.” “Goodbye?” “Yes. You see, I’m good-for-nothing, I’m tired of getting beaten up and having my ears pulled.
I’m not going to be another mouth...” I started to feel a painful knot in my throat.
I needed courage to say the rest. “Are you going to run away?”
“No. I spent the whole week thinking about it. Tonight I’m going to throw myself under the Mangaratiba.”
He didn’t say a word, just hugged me tightly and comforted me as only he knew how.
“No. Don’t say that, for the love of God. You have a beautiful life ahead of you. With your mind and your intelligence.”
“It’s a sin to say such a thing! I don’t want you to think it or say it ever again.”
“What about me? Don’t you like me? If you do, and you’re not lying, then you shouldn’t say things like that.”
He pulled back from me and looked me in the eye. He wiped away my tears with the back of his hand.
“I’m very fond of you, squirt. Much more than you think. C’mon, give me a smile.”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색