Writing Workshop at Lisbon Congress

Como quando era criança sobra, com um bafo quente, sobre a ponta do avião. Com ele preso nos dedos da mão direita, dá o impulso que faz o seu avião amarelo como o sol voar. Pega no telemóvel e manda uma mensagem à mãe: “Tenho de encontrar rosas de Sta Teresinha para plantar no meu jardim.” Her attention was drawn to a piece of paper on the table. It was a bright yellow paper, the very color she used to paint the sun in her childhood drawings. She sat down. And without thinking much, her fingers began to fold the paper. First, she folded it in half lengthwise. Her mind wandered to the balcony overlooking the garden of her childhood home. It was there that her mother would spread out papers, jars of paint and brushes in the late summer afternoons. Then she took the corner of the sheet and folded it over the middle. She remembered the rose bushes with their tiny pale roses, whose buds were so perfect. She never saw roses like them again. St. Thérèse's roses, she recalled. She repeated the process with the other corner of the paper. So many times she had played in that garden with her friends. She remembers a photograph from a carnival party: she was dressed as a flower, in a costume made by her mother. The skirt was made of red crepe paper petals, and in the headband that held back her hair, a flower of the same color. Fold the side about a centimeter and a half from the central crease. Her mother had told her that when they misbehaved and argued with each other, she would put her and her siblings out into the garden until they resolved it, only then could they come back inside. If it rained, it was her mother who would go out. Fold the opposite side. Now, when she visits her childhood home, it always seems so much smaller, it doesn't seem like it could hold so many stories and so much fun. What a beautiful yellow airplane! She opens the window. Like when she was a child, she breathes warm air onto the tip of the airplane. Holding it between the fingers of her right hand, she gives it a push that makes her sun- yellow airplane fly.

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