Lindemberg Pereira da Silva (04/03/1985 / Brazil)
'A Man And The Newspaper.'
'Oh..no.I can't trust you!
-You need to'.I said her while she was
looking surprised at me(the old woman) .
-But...where was he?
I pointed my finger at the place and said: '
He was there!
I noticed him,
As soon as I entered in the train.
He was reading the newspaper
His eyes were fixed in the headlines
He was holding the paper firmly
While everybody were getting in and out.
He had white short hair
He wore a blue jacket
He clothed black shoes
And beautiful glasses.
Suddenly the doors of the train opened
And two girls stood in front of him.
They talked a lot,
Smiled at each other,
Showing the magazines...
While he was still reading his newspaper.
Children, old and young people
The ones who left their works
The well-dressed ones
The young guys hearing their songs
Everyone all around.
Two station after, the girls get out
and an old woman sat near to him.
The old woman didn't notice him
because she was so busy with their grandchildren
and the mother of the children, who had sat in the next place.
But he was there
I saw him.
I swear...I saw him!
Even no one noticed him before!
Sometimes he looked around
To see all the people
But he didn't make any sound.
He returned to the newspaper before.
Then, when the train got the final station
I said 'hello' to him,
And he smiled for me.
In the another day, I bought my newspaper
In order to read it in the same train
I was surprised when I got in
Everyone were reading it.
I was astonished when I saw the first page
-'The drastic murder in the night before...'
I remembered the man who was reading the newspaper
'cause now, it's him - in the headline! '
'-'Unbelievable! 'Astonished, she replied to me.
'I was there, too! .'
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