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After the thunderstorm, here comes the rain.
Cláudio and Giovanni talk after the storm.
I have just moved in to Vila Nova, advised by Sidney,
since here I can have a rooftop for my tent.
I have to admit it is much less cold up here where I'm right now
than near the woods where I was
but the wind and the rain I was protected from by the woods
are now good reasons for concern.
Even though Sidney says nothing bad is going to happen.
By the way, the very thought of Sidney saying it
simply scares the *** out of my sweet self.
Many reunions have happened and still do
at the border of the primary forest in the Camping.
Here, Renatinha, (a friend from the city of Itanhaém) used to put up her tent in her rock'n'roll times.
World was really vast then, but she wouldn't be intimidated by that.
Frequently she'd would go into an adventure within the very adventure she was already in,
like when she disappeared from the Camping for three days
and was found in a hut by the Panelas Rapids,
that was then the dwelling of Toninho, one of the region's crafstmen.
D. Maria, grinding the corn for the tiny beaks
of tiny chicken larvae that go round like crazy
in search of the ground little grains.
Ih, they're growing, aren't they?
Oh, they really really are.
Until some time ago they were as big as those little ones over there...
I hear you.
Hmm, that one is being told off.
Frenzy is a commonplace among them, as though there was no tomorrow,
a chronic and endless hunger.
That said, it is the same hunger found in all or almost all of the species.
Oh, so I heard of this radio show, er... "Amnesia,
the songs you have almost forgotten".
My goodness, but there are thousands of them, no?
That's what Joana said, that this was the name of the show,
So I said: that must be true.
- Eighties songs. - Ah, if Joana said that, it must be true... Or not.
If Joana said it, it HAS to be true.
And here is our friend chick, that survived
the hawk's attack, feeding...
The Pedra do Disco (Saucer Rock), where Sidney and I walked some of the Ways of the Ancient.
A spot for observation, stargazing, nightwatches
in search of flying saucers,
where it borrowed its name from.
Blue sky and a breathtaking panorama of the valley and the farms down there.
But unfortunately this didn't end as the story of a being
that manages to overcome all obstacles and win in the end.
Overcome by tiredness, by the cold, on a Monday morning the chick died.
I myself had the displeasure of throwing his body away in the bush.
Subtitled by Matias Romero matiasromero@gmail.com