Efêmera

The earliest memories of my childhood were the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand, the texture of it was funny, I always compared it with clouds even though I couldn't change them, I liked to believe that it was possible that thought has not abandoned me since, the smell of years later the sea would chase me like a longing that cannot be quenched. In the period around the age of three, we moved to a seaside town of Santa Maria. We lived day after day hoping to be enough, my mother worked in a sardine factory and I stayed with my uncles until she returned from the service. Carlos and Rosângela is their name, they had a restaurant near the coast that sold fruit-based dishes from the sea and crustaceans, and also worked with lunchboxes for the locals, those were the "normal" months of my childhood. But I would say that I am hurrying, before I tell my story I must tell the story of those who preceded me, the one to whom I owe my existence, whether it is sorry or not ... from now on I do not exist, only what happened exists, only what time exists. Maria João Prudente, the story where our memory is limited begins with that name, this woman is what makes me and everything I know real.