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  • In the beginning, I was stone and you were wind. You showed me what freedom was and caressed my rough surface until I became smooth. You grew strong and turned into a gale, and made me roll into the sea.

    I dived and became sand. You became wave. Your current dragged me to the deep ocean. You traveled around the world. I visited the depths. Until one day I was swallowed by an oyster, and I became a pearl.

    You were movement for many, many years. I was hiding, and thinking.

    One day you grew tired of traveling through the seas and decided to go up in the sky. You became cloud. And I, who was hidden, thinking, got tired of it. The oyster, my home, died in the hands of a treasure hunter, and I became a beautiful necklace.

    One day you grew tired of observing the world from above and decided to come down. And I saw you, sliding over the umbrella, waving with a smile, dripping, gliding, going back to the ground. I missed you, and I wanted to follow you. I escaped from the necklace, fell on the ground, buried myself, and waited for the sun and the humidity to disintegrate me. So I became soil and joined you, who were now water in the earth.

    Together we became plant, we grew and we became tree, the same tree. It lasted for so many years, we lost count. But then we realized that our roots were no longer good for us. We wanted legs. We became food for starving animals, who wandered the world, each one to a different direction. And so we lost each other.

    We were locked into the food chain for so long that we forgot about the time when we were tree together. I forgot your name, you forgot my face. Until one day…

    … one day I recognized your smile when you entered through my door.

    (Translated by myself from the original in Portuguese, pasted below)


    A história

    No começo, eu era pedra e você era vento. Você me mostrou a liberdade e acariciou minha superfície rugosa e irregular até que eu ficasse lisa. Você cresceu e virou ventania, soprou forte e me fez rolar para o mar.

    Eu mergulhei e virei areia. Você virou onda. Sua corrente me arrastou pelo fundo do oceano. Você deu a volta ao mundo. Eu visitei as profundezas. Até que um dia uma ostra me engoliu, e eu virei pérola.

    Você foi movimento por muitos e muitos anos. Eu fiquei escondida, pensando.

    Um dia você cansou de viajar pelos mares e resolveu subir aos céus. Você virou nuvem. E eu, que estava escondida, pensando, cansei de pensar. A ostra, minha casa, morreu nas mãos de um caçador de tesouros, e eu virei um belo colar.

    Um dia você cansou de olhar o mundo lá do alto e resolveu descer. E eu te vi, escorregando pelo guarda-chuva, acenando com um sorriso, pingando, deslizando, voltando para o chão. Eu senti saudades, e quis te acompanhar. Fugi do colar, caí pelo caminho, me enterrei, e esperei que o sol e a umidade me desintegrassem. Assim virei terra e me juntei a você, que agora era a água do solo.

    Juntos viramos planta, crescemos e fomos árvore, a mesma árvore. Por tantos anos que perdemos a conta. Mas então percebemos que as raízes não mais nos serviam. Queríamos pernas. Viramos comida de animais famintos, que caminharam pelo mundo, cada um para um lado. E assim nos perdemos.

    Ficamos presos na cadeia alimentar por tanto tempo que nos esquecemos de quando fomos árvore juntos. Eu esqueci teu nome, você esqueceu meu rosto. Até que um dia…

    …um dia reconheci teu sorriso, entrando pela minha porta.
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