Stories of Paraná - Funéreos props

Stories of Paraná - Funéreos props

Funéreos props
Francisco Brito Lacerda

Still young, middle-aged, appointed Collector of Income in South Line, Neco Pacheco was living in Irati.
Soon made friends, commanding certain initiatives.
Organize a dance, for example, gave him great pleasure.
At December 31, Friday, after lunch, the adventurous collector was busy decorating a hall for the big dance New Year.
Until a gang would be danced.
Felt dizzy suddenly our Neco Pacheco.
She put her hands on his chest where the pain was located crudelíssima that was bursting shirt buttons;
pale, lying on the floor, his head resting on a pillow, he was sweating profusely.
When the doctor arrived, Neco had just died.
Chartered a special train to take the body to Curitiba, a hundred people, including friends and relatives,
awaited the arrival of the train at the platform.
The train pulled after eleven o'clock. The coffin lilac, golden decorations, leaving the luggage at the hands of close relatives (one on each handle), was transferred to the carriage, which was linked to four white horses, the tack garnished with black satin bows.
Slowly, the coach climbed the Rua Barão.
He was followed by their companions. A Judge, a family friend, every step he took his watch from his pocket, how to check what was missing to midnight.
The instant I thought the funeral was about to reach the corner of Rua Barão with Fifteen, began esfuziar rocket, which popped in the skies of Curitiba.
Beat the bells of the Cathedral, festive.
You could hear the distant whistle of the factories.
It was the new year to come.
On the sidewalk, stunned flapper ribbon, forehead, lips painted a lot, just missing clapping to the passage of the funeral.
Sensitive boy, a cousin of the dead felt character melodrama.
Nudging the companion, who walked beside him and pretended not to hear the fireworks, he said:
"Good-years!"
"Good-year," the other returned.
Just then, the stick of a rocket fell among the horses, who threatened to shoot.
Almost tipping the hat, the driver managed to contain the animals.
With burial near the Square
Tiradentes, the bells of the Cathedral were muted.
Rare rockets still came up in bands Pilarzinho.
It stayed in the air the sad whistle of an engine.
You could already tell it was Saturday, January 1.

Francisco Brito Lacerda, lawyer


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.