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Glauber Palestinian philosopher, was born near the Gaza Strip on 1922. He died in Brazil on 1955, in the Amazon forest, by monkeys ninjas.

2011/06/22

You and Me in My Childhood

CiCi You know I was born on November 2


2/11 In Brazil's All Souls' Day, so I had the habit of spending my birthday in the cemetery.
When I was a kid all my birthdays celebrated in the cemetery. I accompanied the orphans, comforting the widows, who deposited flowers at the grave of their relatives. Most of the widows were poor and could not afford to buy expensive and noble flowers. Had many chrysanthemums, flowers cheap.


When the winds blew and knocked down the flowers or the winds off the candle. I would go to the graves, arranging flowers and rekindle the flames of the candles.

One day I stayed until later was already dusk, I saw a light flash near the small chapel within the cemetery. I walked over, parted some bushes and saw a little girl, too white sitting on a bench.




She was very enchanting, when she looked right at me, then I noticed that she was Asiatic. All my life I had never seen person of Asiatic origin. She was white as the moonThe town was very small and very isolated in the Northeast of Brazil, I believe that not even the town was visited by some Asiatic.


I asked her:
- Girl what you do here until that time, where are their parents?


She spoke with a calm voice

-Speak to GiGi, coming home because she forgot her books.

-Little Girl, I know of no 
GiGi


-Speak to GiGi I do not want that dress


- Girl I do not know who is GiGi, where's your mother. Why are you alone, already dusk.


The girl looked down, her face in tears, and said:


-Why GiGi no love me?


The little girl ran and every step, it seemed that the stars leave their feet ¸.•✩ ´ .•´ ¸¸ ✩ .•*´"*•◕.•*´"*•­­, she dropped ⊱╮ chrysanthemums, I immediately took the chrysanthemums.



I screamed:  


-Hey girl, his flowers fallen.


She turned hid behind the little chapel, and when I looked behind the chapel, there was nobody. Was just another chrysanthemum, which became bright red and disappeared. ⊱╮


A yellow flower, a yellow race. A red flower, a red nation
This just reminds me a place. A place where there is a great wall, not the wall of shame, but a wall majestic, so grand that can be seen from space, as magnificent as their country.
A Red Legend, a Legend Scarlet, Juventud Youth 
innocent child in the night. Since then I use that name. Leyenda Juventud Escarlata!


You ask for everyone what to do with the red envelope, delivered in Chinese tradition.
I would not use it and also I would not put under the pillow. I just wanted to find that little girl, that day in the cemetery and deliver the red envelope to her or to GiGi.







Click on image and see the same ideogram for GiGi is the same for Cici in Portuguese to Chinese translation...

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