Stories of Paraná - Zé's life and the world

Stories of Paraná - Zé's life and the world

Joe's life and the world
José Roberto da Silva

Would be another Joe's life was not him Ze Eugene, which has a name Souza (but few people know) and, of course, came from "there" hanging in a truck the rack to show us Southerners, how many sticks becomes a soul the size of the world and a body of iron.
Zé today walks through peaceful.
Can be seen at the gate of his townhouse wood jammed almost at the corner of Rua Dr. Roberto Barrozo with Mateus Leme.
The shining bald, his face not one ruguinha lem and no one says he is past sixty, if you slip up will soon become grandfather.
Suffered a stroke recently lempo. The spill has splintered.
Who sent this attack Pernambuco Garanhuns created goat milk, flour, brown sugar, mango pink, couscous and beef jerky? Cane in hand, Joe was already a farmer, Stretchers, boxer and went from anonymity as a photographer with his eye and sensibility of people like to give uas walks to the Palace Iguaçu c on the path will enjoying nature plants and men .
He can.
He should. The owner death is certainly convinced of this.
Before the stroke he had dribbled with the mastery of his desire to live an accident ugly plane. The hard wing insisted on plummet near the runway of the airport Bacacheri. Ze had gone to do some aerial photos on the coast.
Saved images and skin, despite spending a good time to soak in the care of the wonderful Dodo, his wife, friend, companion and mother not only of her four children (Jorge Fernando, Ana Paula and Denise), but also of all friends who frequent your home.
I've heard people say that Joe does not exist.
Yes there is my friend, my companion has been working for years in magazine Score and friend to all sorts of hours.
Some time ago I needed him, or rather, the advice of this man who once saved me from a squeeze in the field of Coritiba, when all planted thigh surrounded me angry because the cover story of a hapless editor crazy in São Paulo.
I remember the former left wing Santos threatened to slap me and tucked his tail between his legs when Ze, which until then was silent, interfered need. "No one comes to the Pernambuco not because I'm from there."
Yeah, Joe Eugene now saved me again with the recommendations of someone who lives in this crazy world with eyes and mind open.
So this small tribute.
All who know this Joe knows he deserves more.

José Roberto da Silva, journalist


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.