"We Were Born Aegles, But Turtles Have Been"

By Zé Valteno

Scraps of has and follows in its present many links from its past, which are repeated and / or regenerated in its tomorrow, in its future.  Reality - dreams, passion, good and evil, wisdom and incivility have marked the history of ethical and aesthetic penances of the human race; as well as his present-day experience. This is one of the main focuses that we have in the collection of tales of the ebook "WE WERE BORN EAGLES, BUT TURTLES HAVE BEEN".
It is certainly true when certain ancient cultural structures are repeated, and much more when the new teaches and transforms us into better beings, builders of a more civilized world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zé Valteno
• Release date: Mar 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386784180

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JOSÉ VALTENO DOS SANTOS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Born in Laranjeiras / Sergipe. He completed the course of Letters at the Federal University of Sergipe, and  Bachelor's degree in Law at the Federal University of Alagoas. He worked for many years as teacher of Brazilian literature, and is a public servant.

His thematic has simple vision while namesake, plural. It portrays, by necessity, the 'yes' and 'not', the end and the seemingly endless; the human being and his mysteries.

SUMMARY

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1*Involuntary Revolution

2*The wise old man

3*The king who was king

4*Marriage in Antiquity

5*The executioner flog

6*One life of deaths

7*I die but not understand

8*Tree and the boy

9*The little ant Lilica

10*Parable of the swallow

11*Just jealous

12*Children´s Day

13*Vocational test

14*A family standard

15*The challender

16*The visit

17*Socialism phantom and capitalist citizen

18*All that´s lies

19*Father of the nun´s sun

20*Memories of the present

21*What Monteiro Lobato did not imagine

22*Time machine

23*Theatre of reproduction

24*Three well different brothers

25*Egoism is blind

26*A colonel civil cornered

27*Sell yourself buying up wigs

28*Soldier José Justino

29*Wife of motoboy

30*Who am I?

31*Progress versus progress

32*Dinos  rejoice

33*Philosophy

34*Who works God does not help

35*Sexisms and sexisms

36*This country of this

*The basket maker, at the fair, selling two types of baskets: a simple, only woven straw, and the other all decorated with beautiful paintings.

The girl was surprised to learn that both were costing the same price.

- I selling only the basket. - Said the basket maker - Beauty is free.

(Anonymous)

INVOLUNTARY REVOLUTION

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There was a billboard in the square. In the main location of the city. They put it there for weeks. Who put it no one knows for sure. Everyone in town saw and admired and thought and commented and said there's that misspelled message: YOU HAVE TO LIVE, NOT ONLY EXIST.

Some, or rather many, many, walked to reflect what is the difference between living and Exists. Dreamer´s things. There must be some idealistic - said the most uncomfortable.

The city stopped. Life stopped, because of the message on the outdoor, because of the word. The word was nicknamed by the then authorities of criminal; and could not keep it drifting spreading remorse, touching up memories, penitence repressed guilt, sowing shadows wearing atomic waste and many others that have always made us silent and silenced (...)

An orgy - ranted the most wise counselor of the court -; An orgy the word.

Production decreased in cornfields, because of the word. The meetings have multiplied and discussions thousand were also the keynote on Olympus. A huge God - omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient - exhaustive decreed, moved by lofty wisdom, first compulsory license to the word; then exile (some people say are similar things).

And my pen, dubbed a heretic, was cloistered in nirvana; shipwrecked in a sea of dubiety, so still, peasant of utopy it was said within.

Before long, loomed up the most wise counselor, wanting to convince to my pen and having already convinced some graphites in a strange monologue of despair:

- What fever of ideal, of humanity, nothing! Never in life I will want to dream. Life will now be pleased, pulse rate, very pleasure. Life is so. Or is not it? But not; thirty five years swallow dream, ate dream. I breathed and saved auras of the dreams. From now on, I want to flesh. I want is pleasure! I want deaths and much luxury. Yes it is! Never more you come to me with these little stories of brotherhood, progress, solidarity. Life is what it is - a sea of ​​satisfactions. I want is to throw open and let the trash my stool for dreamers.

But my pen, innocent, it wasn´t convinced. My first pen was small, and I thought great, immense like a ship. It was also blue as the sky. Oh, It had two colors at its core. It was my greatest happiness. And, unlike Narcissus, it never convinced that happiness doesn´t exist.

The truth is that everyone should love their pens that, like mine, know that happiness is never individual, even if it is happiness.

THE WISE OLD MAN

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He was still strong, and most of all lucid. But noticeably tanned by grinding their sixty-nine springs. Nearly forty years of his life that man were very sorrow. Even in jail he ended up unfairly. But that winter he got what he always craved. He had moor´s life, but was convinced that would not end his days as it was with his six brothers.

He had only two sons, and early widowed. He not contracted more marriage with someone. After what happened with the neighboring farmer to your site that made him prisoner for almost a year, he just goes to the city but by extreme necessity. He lived in that village closed to sixty years, and never saw there