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  • My mom took me to a walk around her neighborhood to show me her gardening works. She plants fruit trees to feed people who might be hungry in the streets. “Fruit trees also give shadows and smelling flowers. Who will eat azaleas?”, she asked.

    Right after shopping in Curitiba downtown, we jumped off from her Chevette from the Second Millennium with a huge black bag full of junks and a dirty knife in her hands. She didn’t care about the vision of her through the center of Paraná’s political power, under full sunlight, going through the avenues to reach the park aside. There she went with me, making a hole with her (famous) knife anywhere she thought to be the proper place for a tree. She put a seedling, a seed, then covered each one with dry leaves and put stakes to warn the Government gardeners that there were trees growing at those points.

    She loves so tenderly her sprouting trees… now about dozens of them in the grass of the Government area – prohibited to plant or not. Always when I talk to her, she tells me of each fig, lemon or orange tree, or her pines, and the discussion she had with someone who told her that she shall not plant in some areas. She feels really really annoyed when anyone destroys or steals one of “her babies”.

    I don’t feel her Tistu gift in me. Maybe it’s a dormant seed, or I didn’t find in myself the ground to put it. Moreover it’s not only the Tistu gift, but the shamelessness a green finger like hers surely requests.

    Maybe I fear what my ground would rise, what would be the black bag fruit, defended by a dirty knife at noon. I know how hard mom’s growth was before her rebellion could bring her exquisite fruit. While mom and I grew up together, we were nourished by so many tears until she finally behave as mom. While her tree was growing up, she pricked me to pain but not to drain my veins, as I would learn later, in the midnight solitudes.

    But her sweet trees are showing their growth in the streets and don’t fear the rain or lawn-mowers. They’ve been learning better with our mom!
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