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The Laggon boy
Rosa Maria Santos
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Datasheet Títtle The Laggon Boy Writed by Rosa Maria Santos. Illustrations Glória Costa Translated by Conceição Milhazes Formatted and reviwed by José Sepúlveda
Editado em E-book em abril 2020 Biblioteca: ISSUU Rosa Maria Santos
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Rosa Maria Santos Naturalidade – S. Martinho de Dume, Braga. Muito pequena, foi viver para a freguesia de Maximinos. A base do seu equilíbrio emocional está no seio familiar. É na família que encontra a alegria de viver. Viveu na Costa Litoral Alentejana, em Sines, trinta e um anos, tendo regressado em 2017, à cidade que a viu nascer, Braga. Participou em diversas coletâneas portuguesas, italianas e brasileiras.
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É Colunista no site Divulga Escritor, possuindo também uma rubrica na Revista com o mesmo nome. Foi assistente de produção e recolha na coletânea de postais do grupo Solar de Poetas, Poeta Sou…Viva a Poesia; participou nas coletâneas de postais de Natal do mesmo grupo: Era uma vez… um Menino; Nasceu, É Natal; Não Havia Lugar para Ele; VALE DO VAROSA: Uma Tela, um Poema, do Solar de Poetas, para promoção do Evento: Tarouca Vale a Pena; Belém Efrata; Então, Será Natal; Vi Uma Estrela, todas editadas em e-Book; O Presépio de Marco – inspirado 4
nas imagens do presépio de Natal 2019, elaborado por Marco Massimo e seus familiares. É Administradora dos grupos: Solar de Poetas, onde coordena também a equipa de Comentadores; Solarte – a Arte no Solar; SoLar-Si-Dó - A Música no Solar; Canal de Divulgação do Solar, Casa do Poeta; SolarTV Online; Poetas Poveiros e Amigos da Póvoa; Hora do Conto e O Melhor do Mundo, todos do grupo Solar de Poetas. A escrita é uma das suas paixões… Não se considera escritora nem poetisa, mas uma alma poética a vaguear pelo mundo... Se um dia deixar de sonhar, diz, deixa de existir. Livros editados: Rosa Jasmim (poesia), Capa do Mestre Adelino Ângelo – julho 2018. E-Books: Cantam os Anjos (poesia de Natal) – Capa de Adias Machado – Natal 2017; Ucanha terra de encanto Poesia) - Capa: Glória Costa – Maio 2018; Bolachinha em Tarouca (prosa e poesia) – Capa: Glória Costa – Maio 2018; Bolachinha vai à Hora de Poesia – Outubro 2018; Bolachinha vai à Casa Museu Mestre Adelino Ângelo – Novembro 2018; Sinos de Natal, Natal de 2018; O Natal de Bolachinha, Natal 2018; Pétalas de Azul (contos) – Fevereiro 2019; Estórias em Tons de Rosa (contos) Abril 2019. Pena Rosada, 5
Crónicas do Quotidiano, Julho 2019, Glosa, Arte e Poesia, Pinturas de Glória Costa, poesia da autora, Agosto 2019; Entre Barros, Arte e Poesia Bordadas à Mão – pinturas de Bárbara Santos, poesia da autora, Outubro 2019; 12 Contos de Natal, capa de Madalena Macedo. Imagens com arranjos da Autora, Dezembro 2019; Veado Solitário, na Aldeia do Mestre Li Edição Biling (português e italiano, Janeiro 2020; Bolachinha e a Hora de Poesia, a Visita de Teresa Subtil – Edição Biling (português/Mirandês, Fevereiro 2020; Esperança no País do Arco Íris, Abril 2020. A editar, em breve: Histórias da Bolachinha – Capa e ilustrações de Glória Costa. Distinções: Maio de 2017 - 2º Prémio de Poeti Internazionali. Poema Rosa de Saron, no Concorso Artemozioni, Cantico dei Cantici In Valle d’Itria, Itália; Maio 2019 3º Prémio de Poeti Internazional - Itália. Com o poema “Violino”; 5° Biennale del Festival Internazionale Delle Emozioni, Itália - 10° Edizione Del Concorso Di Poesia e Narrativa: Prémio d’Onore Concurso de Premio Letterario Internazionale di Poesia “Gocce di Memoria“, Itália, Junho 2019 con la poesia Sfera di cristallo (Bola de Cristal). Concorso “Il Meleto di Guido Gozzano” Sezione Autori di lingua straniera ATTESTATO DI MERITO, 14 settembre 2019 com la 6
poesia Assenza (Ausência). Itália, Agosto de 2019. Jogos Florais Vale do Varosa 2019 – Concurso Literário Tarouca - “O rio, o vale e as gentes”: Menção Honrosa, categoria de Poema.
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The Laggon Boy
A distant look……..The little John’s eyes were travelling over the horizon. The Lagoon fascinated him! So beautiful and charming! He felt very happy! In that moment the Lagoon was entirely his; 8
nothing or no one could disturb those rare moments of partition. So beautiful!!!!!!!!! Its fresh and clear water, the little silvery fish passing before him in a dizzing movement! How good it was to lo0ok at them, run after them, defy them! The gold finches and other little birds flying round. He took a deep breath… Little John felt a deep respect for the immensity of the water stream, in winter, dragged everything ahead. It was the that those nice luxuriant plants, delight of his childish look, appear. Oh, God! What a beautiful landscape! He could feel the flavour of the smell of the sea, of that sea that was stretching far away where the sun hid at the end of the afternoon. Oh, yes, the sea that stretched far beyond the other side of the Lagoon…and he mumbled and complained because he couldn’t go into the Lagoon, walk on it and demand explanation to the sea why it was there so near, looking so close at them on the secrecy of this nice flirt. It was the Mighty ,the Lord of the universe Wanting to encroach what was 9
his – The beautiful, the sublime Lagoon of his delight, the marvellous Óbidos Lagoon. What to do? The little boy wondered. On that day, half hidden by the fog, he felt a nervousness, an energy far from being normal. There alone, he looked round attentively and… nothing. It was almost incredible; the Lagoon was his, not of anybody else but his. What a wonderful sensation!
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All of a sudden…. A rough noise. He looked carefully around… Nothing at all. He relaxed… The Lagoon was his again, exclusively his. A very heavy silence filled that late afternoon. It was the silence he loved, the magic of the waters in that magic dance that never ended. And he looked lost in hidden thoughts in a timeless time where the world turned round as if he were the Author of the nostalgia of his autumn. That’s true. The dry weather had been over when innumerable people came to delight themselves in the banks of his Lagoon and stole his enchantment of moments like these ones. Oh, Gosh! What an unquietness! Go away, go away quickly…And the time of mess and confusion had already come to an end. Very often his mother told him that it was good that the visitors should spend their holidays in the Vila: they brought economic prosperity to the inhabitants. But that didn’t convince him, he didn’t agree. How would his Lagoon feel? They should ask the Lagoon if it was that what it wanted…His 11
mother could say whatever she wanted; she wouldn’t succeed in convincing him. The Lagoon was his! He held his hand to his little head, took off his little blue cap and wondered: «well!!!!... maybe my mother is right… This year I knew Rosita, that little nice girl who came here in holidays… Some days ago she went back…her holidays were over and she returned home. How I loved her! We played, laughed and enjoyed ourselves. I miss her… I really do. But you, Lagoon, you are my company! I don’t want anyone to disturb…to disturb our silence…
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Oh, that noise again…! Impatient, the boy turned round and round… It was Boby, his Boby…a no one dog that wanders lost along the seaside, looking for anything to eat…and above all for affection; affection from the people it is meeting and with whom it whiles away the time that doesn’t pass…It’s very sweet and intelligent… Everybody loves it here in the Lagoon.
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« Boby, Boby»- little John calls, his wide opened green eyes sparkling with so much happiness! Today the Lagoon is greenish! The fog makes the Lagoon lose its celestial blue glitter that matches with the sky. .. there are days when the sky is full of sheep cumulus like little sheep that move and change shape non-stop. And then Boby and I begin running after the shadows reflected on the grass and on the lanes trying to catch them. «I caught them, I caught them, Boby». Boiby wags its tail joyfully and licks my face tenderly. And there we stay lost in time rejoicing in gladness. Sometimes the shadows look like flamingoes…… Flamingoes?... Magic!…this Lagoon is magic… Ok! Then… it’s mine! The little boy’s eyes shone like two bright stars «Little Johnnnnn – his mother calls –come home. It’s getting dark and the sun has already begun setting….». « Who dares disturb my silence?!...» - The little innocent boy mutters… Little John glances at the Lagoon and sings: 14
Lagoon of my eyes On you the sun got down I’m sorry to leave you On this day that’s gone. Now I’ll take a rest… The day’s got to an end I’ll sleep and dream And I’ll feel you near me. Don’t feel sad , Lagoon You that life’s like this You’re my friend, forgive me I’ve to go away, that’s the truth!
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With his head lowered, the little boy says goodbye to the Lagoon and to the little dog Boby and returns home. Once more he looks at the green lake of his delight… It hurts him to know that it will be left alone during another long dark night. Far away…he has a glance at the immense sea to which he mutters in a low pitched voice :« Sea, dear sea, take care of my Lagoon while I’m
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sleeping! It’s so beautiful! Please, don’t let her to be alone… Oh, sea! Be with her, please! » In its waving, the sea covers the sandy beach and throws into the air this nice song: Maiden, beloved Lagoon My beautiful creature You’re the eternal sweetheart Who fills me with tenderness. So much is the beauty Of that perennial water Always clear… so pure So special for me. And when the night falls The stars will shine And your waters will bring A fascinating smile With you I want to stay For ever, Lagoon And we’ll conquer the time That in vain flies from us 17
Little John looked and smiled. He knew that the sea would protect his Lagoon while he was not present. Boby was howling as if it wanted to tell the waters: « don’t be afraid, I’m here quite close to you. Little John arrives home, puts his hand on the door knob…looks at the sky… The first stars appear timidly in the sky… « So gorgeous! » he exclaimed- « Today it will be full moon. » He looked and took a deep sigh…He waved and with his little eyes full of tears , he said to the moon :« Moon…psiu… are you listening? Look, do me a favour: protect my Lagoon, don’t let it feel it’s alone…» The moon smiled gently at him, sent long rays of light over the Lagoon that this way became silvery and beautiful – What a marvel ! « That’s it»- said the little boy- « Thanks moon, my friend».
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Get in your home, little boy Your mother can’t wait. Listen… the bell has already rung It’s dinner time! The sun itself has already set And there are stars waving Dinner is already cold It’s time to sleep. 19
Leave your Lagoon in peace. Nothing is going to happen Go and have a rest Or the mistress will be sad. You must get in and rest! Don’t worry, my boy. The sleep is coming Go to rest, be happy. A light cold began to be felt. It was the night falling. The sun has disappeared. A shaft of golden reddish beams are fainting in the horizon, in that endless sea. The stars are appearing. They reflect themselves on the Lagoon with an intense brightness, necklaces of emeralds, gems… Little John wondered looks at the Lagoon’s water that was stretching sleep drunk. Magic!... nobody else but he was able to watch such a miracle… Oh! If Rosita…….. No, it’s better not think… But she loved the Lagoon, our Lagoon… He opened the door, got in and saw the tender look of his mother shine. Pretending to be upset she told him: «It’s late, my dear, it’s 20
getting late. Go and wash yourself. Dinner is getting cold! « Ok, mum; will you excuse me, don’t you? Oh, these mothers that don’t understand a thing about pools, Rosita….. Whew! How can we understand the adults?! « Little John, come! »- his mother calls. Little John was at the window still on the watch with a sideways glance, looking at the faraway Lagoon, waving and saying it goodbye… And the bright rays of the moon were over it!!!!.....
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My enchanted Lagoon I’m taken by fear I wished it were nothing That came and disturb me You are beautiful, silvery Your fascination dominates me You have a kept secret In your girlish look In the middle of the universe You are part of my life I’ve inside you the verse That one day I’ll write. I see in that tender look When the nightfall comes Your smile waving at me And my smile emerging The sleep has arrived. Little John switches off the light and gets asleep. Tomorrow it will be a new day shining with the sun, warming the pure blue water, fascination of his eyes, passion of endless looks of those 22
who everyday visit his Lagoon – the Óbidos Lagoon…. A smile on his face will always shine… in his so simple childish look.
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