Identical spectacle. People of the zone north working in the south zone; of the south zone working in the zone north; some hurried the step to arrive more early in house; others that they came of house were hurried to assume its ranks of nocturnal work. The theater was the same, changed the figurantes. In the end of the year the bells emitted sharpened sounds, more audible more, gladder. The explanation of this repicar different made to understand me that the time was divided in years and that the years had end, although the life followed its rhythm regularly; the caudalosas waters of the Great River slid with the same slowness; the days amanheciam and grew dark invariably. Everything this seemed a natural disobedience to the convencionalismos. But repicar of the bells was different.
Until we danced to the rhythm of the strokes of a bell. Things of child! Also it had changes in the dynamics of my family. My father was more thoughtful, hurried itself to deliver the orders of coarse doors that produced under a great hose where to noitinha and to the dawn some birds entoavam cantos strident. My mother turned nights in the old machine sewing to give account of the orders: dresses of chita, that the young women took a walk in the Party of Christmas, grasped in arms ones of the others with encangados crabs. Short time them my parents to take care of to the commitments of year end. Time used to advantage well by us, the children. To jump of the abrupt declivities in hot waters of the river; to hunt nests of passarinhos; to set traps and munds and several other traquinagens Candy recklessness! After all, it was Native! Next to the party my mother opened an immense trunk with kept clothes has years for reaproveitamento. The minimum was bought.