I couldn’t wait for Tuesdays to come. I would go wait for Seu Ariovaldo at the train station.
When he didn’t miss his train, he got there at eight-thirty.
I’d wander around looking at everything. I liked to go to the pastry shop and watch the people coming down the stairs from the station.
It was a good place to shine shoes. But Glória never let me because the police would chase us and take our boxes.
And there were the trains, too. I could only go with Seu Ariovaldo if he gave me his hand, even if it was to take the footbridge to the other side.
Then he’d arrive, all flustered. After the song about Fanny, he was convinced that I knew what the people liked to buy.
We’d go sit on the wall of the station, across from the factory garden,
and he’d open the brochure and show me the song, singing the first bit.
When I didn’t think it was good, he’d find another one.
“This one’s new: ‘Spoiled’.” He sang it. “Sing it again.” He repeated the last verse.
“That’s the one, Seu Ariovaldo, plus Fanny and the tangos; we’re going to sell out.”
And we’d go through the dusty, sunlit streets. We were the joyful birds who confirmed that summer was coming.
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