Corri pro abraço

Dias pálidos se bronzeiam com abraços apertados, palavras verdadeiras, olhos nos olhos e conversa, muita conversa. Nada de bronzeamento artificial. Esse, vicia e mascara tal qual a felicidade etílica. Definitivamente, troquei as cápsulas de humor químico pelos tonéis de abraços desfibriladores.

Would you face him?

Manaus, Friday, 02:50 p.m, the weather was really hot. I had to go to the bank, I just had ten minutes. The traffic light was red, time to cross the street; suddenly a blue car stopped next to me and the driver who was a tall strong black man looked at me. I was walking toward the crosswalk and again took a look at the blue car and the tall strong black man was still looking at me and taking an X-ray of me. At this moment I felt completely naked. I felt my face getting hot; I think I blushed, so I looked down and walked on. I stopped on the other side of the street and the feeling of being observed was killing me, before crossing the street, my curiosity made me take a look again at that guy, and to my surprise or not, the big black guy was looking at me just like the Wolf used to look at the Little Red Riding Hood. The traffic light then turned green; he drove slowly, smiled and waved at me with his right hand. I smiled in a shy way, nodded my head and ran to the bank. Look, just to be clear, I don’t have any kind of prejudice, but it could have been a hot black woman, couldn’t it?