The Matuto and the Pigeons
The Matuto is impressed. This morning in the ‘House of Bridges’ a couple of pigeons made their nest. Domestic wanderings involved a sophisticated geographical triangle. The dove came flying with a branch in his beak, landed on the wall, flying to a lamp and landed in a wooden beam from the ‘bridge house’. The Matuto was impressed. What art! The husband of Pombinha, was around overseeing the construction work, armed with an engineer. Going around, the dove was badly calculated one of its flights and the branch that was carrying in the beak, fell into the garden. The husband broke a displeasure. Domestic fight in sight? None of that. The two undertook a frantic search for the fallen branch. They stretched the necks. They rolled their eyes. They flagged their heads. The feathers returned. They crooked. Unsuccessful. Here, the Matuto was not very impressed. The branch was right there! It seems that pigeons do not have GPS to locate transvivable branches. Matuto watched… Passed a few minutes, the dove comes back by bearing a twister in everything similar to the previous one. Posting on the wall, leap to the lamp and slid diving to the incipient nest. The Matuto became impressed again.
And that’s it! Matuto is impressed with a lot in this admirable old world. The scholarship is one of them. Then the Matuto looks at the band. How wise people have in this life. Well, Matuto knows some prosaic things. Like, America was discovered by Christopher because of Italian Duns who wanted to emigrate; that was EVA that invented the apple and the iPhonesand not, as mistakenly states, Newton and Jobs; And that Brazil was « found » by Pedro because of a disagree with his wife. She accused him of having an affair, and he upset she left out. “Look, I’ll buy cigarettes”, and only stopped in Brazil. Some sailors joined him because they had also gone to buy cigarettes. The Matuto is aware of these things, say, from everyday life. And here ends the scholarship of the Matuto.
On the other hand, Belinha – the conservative visit here in the ‘bridges’ – the other day said eloquently about Lula’s speech about rising egg price: “Someone is screwing the chickens” – said the president. « What a cornhord »! – reacted the Belinha. This delicate rhetoric impressed the Matuto. Marcello – the revolutionary coexistence of the ‘bridges’ – quickly deflected the conversation for Trump’s lack of courtesy when he received Zelenski, to which Matuto’s kind wife spinned: « But the guy from Ukraine did not obey the label. » Dona Sirlei knows about these label things because she took a course with a queen Isabel II consultant, Sir Philip Sykes. All of this impresses the matuto, being a bumbling as the label.
However, the Matuto heard of a barber whom he impressed nothing. A usual barber shop client was trying in vain, impressing the impaired barber but never could. « My daughter entered the university with maximum grade. She is a very intelligent girl. » The barber growled a « éékka ». “Did you see Cristiano Ronaldo’s bicycle goal? The barber cringed the impassive shoulders. « The other day I saw a video of Fernando Ribeiro at the 1996 Olympics. Ganda Run! When she cut the goal the Chinese was with his eyes. And Carlos Lopes in the Los Angeles marathon. What a class! That were athletes. » The barber only grunted indifferent. Now, knowing how to be the barber a stained Catholic the client marked a trip to Rome and got an audience with the Pope. « Now he’ll see it » – matured the citizen. The trip happened. The client returned and sat in the barber’s chair for the following conversation: « I was in Rome and I saw the Pope »-the barber was scissors suspended. “I bowed before him and kissed the ring”-the barber leaned with a careful ear. « I spoke to him and he spoke to me » – now, yes, impressed the barber asks, « What, what did the Pope said »? « He asked » – reveals the client – « Who made you this horrible haircut »?
Well, Matuto was curiously impressed by the Pope’s detail to worry about bad haircuts. But on the other hand, everything goes to impress the callouss of life – ponders the matuto.
