greeeaaat… peter…
all right !!!...
assuming that the idea of telling stories of my life…
was well accepted by you…
I’m going to “jump” into the project…
in other words… “let’s get down to business”…
( I mean… to the keyboard…)…
and see if something fairly acceptable…
can come out of these stories…
in the last email… I was still in boston…
my father studying at MIT… ( massachusetts institute of technology…)…
my mother taking care of both: me and my sister ana emilia…
and... my mother was in company of a maid… ( sebastiana )…
who came with us from brasil… to help her with the domestic work…
we used to live in one of those calm residential neighborhoods…
where there was no fence between the houses…
on the road… there was rarely any cars…
and… my sister and I… used to spend a long time outside…
playing with the tricycle…
( those little bikes for children… with three wheels…)…
then… on a nice bright day… my sister and I…
got lost… by chance… on those neighborhood roads…
my mother… went “crazy”… she called the police…
and… the police finally found us…
( my father… later told me… that the police strategy… was to do a search…
first “ scanning ” through a sort of a big circle along the outer roads…
and then… through smaller circles…
until they could finally find us…)
unfortunately my father is not here on earth anymore…
so I cannot ask him to develop…
a little-bit more of this story… with me …
anyway… after this episode… my parents decided to install…
two little necklace-dog-tags… on both of us…
with our name… address… and… telephone-number…
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I lived in boston…
from… six-months-old…
until… three-years-old…
I don’t remember anything…
except these two stories told by my parents…
the one of the funnel… and the one of the necklace-dog-tag…
from boston… we moved to recife…
where I lived... from three to six-years-old…
at those times…
I had nothing to do at all…
I used to spend all day…
just sitting on the front-yard-wall
watching the cars pass by…
which were not many… at those times…
amazing…
how a child… is an innocent being…
he is capable of staying hours and hours…
with no worries…
just enjoying the view…
without thinking on anything…
with no fears…
no ambitions…
just enjoying the moment…
when an ant passes by…
the child…
simply looks at the ant…
simply follows her movement
it’s like a dog…
innocent…
as long as he is well fed…
without diseases…
sleeping well…
his life… is… simply… his life…
peaceful… without judgments…
without complexes…
without obligations…
( by the way… this resembles…
the yoga doctrine…
it says that all of us… even the adults…
can… ( and… should…)… practice the exercise…
of staying… everyday at least fifteen-minutes…
without doing anything… only breathing…
without thinking on anything…
like that little child… with age four… ( or five )…
sitting on the front-yard-wall…
watching the few cars pass by…)
briefly… living the moment…
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should we stop now…?
we should stop now…
otherwise… you’re going to be late for your fifteen-minute-yoga…
stay healthy…
see you soon…
a tight hug…
your father…
…luis antonio…