Stories of Paraná - That boy

Stories of Paraná - That boy

That boy
Nivaldo Kruger

One night I left these out there, the streets walking, seeing the decorations hanging from the buildings burst of lights, the streets and squares bright symbolic trees, in many homes, gardens and facades, decorations glittering twine, multicolored, giving evening a festive look.
The city is spruced up and chaps for Christmas Baby Jesus.
The night was already advanced when the boardwalk, between the entrances of Hotel and Club, facing, feet found the ground desmangolado and outstretched hand, alone, asking, that boy.
Fey, lights flashed.
I looked and saw him still in his deep eyes reflected those sparkles seeming so distant ... other worlds ...
He looked at me, his boyish smile was tired, aged and tired expression that boy.
The sounds spilled club and club suits mingled strains of "Silent Night", coming from somewhere remembering the birth of another boy ...

But where that boy would have been among those fragile lights of the majestic buildings closed doors?
Who would it be?
Parti.
Moved on, and he was there.
I kept walking, but that single figure so humble and devoid accompanied me in thought.
The magic of thinking Moved in time to another city in the rugged hills of Judea: Bethlehem, who also was suddenly illuminated by a celestial burning torch that pointed to a cave and a manger, which had just been born that Child for whom the doors city ​​also closed that night the couple of travelers Joseph and Mary sought to roost ...
Thus the rustic barn and the innocent animals forever shaped the landscape of unforgettable Christmas.
But what that boy?
I wanted to go back to see him again.
Extending his hand, hug him like a brother, a son, ofe-Recer you more than you asked measly exchanged.
Returned.
I searched and found it no more.
There is gone and in its place was a void that the lights did not meet.
The silence of the night fell on me heavy, or sounds could be heard, do not meet him again for weird as it sounds, it made me helpless, insignificant, given the breadth of that mysterious and immense sky full of stars looking at me looking for that boy. ..

Nivaldo Kruger, former congressman and former mayor of Guarapuava


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.