Portraits

By João Calazans Filho

Humorous chronicles spring from the author's poetic and restless soul, offering his audience with humorous narratives that interfere with the daily life of politics, politicians and the customs of the Brazilian people. Portraits, is another way in which the people of this immense country, with all its plurality, can show themselves to a sad world, transforming into humor the soul of the richest in it, its people.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Feb 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781071557174

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Crimes and Forgotten

The number 190 was activated in the police department of a small-town in the Bahia countryside. A desperate woman used the prerogative of the Maria da Penha Act to help prevent the violation of women's rights, hearing her neighbor arguing fourteenth with her husband.

- State police, good night. What can help you with? The policeman askew, the caller, the caller on the other side of the line.

- Good evening. My name is Bernadette and I am calling because there is a husband and wife discs here at Pedro Almodóvar Street, number 77, near the São Judas Tadeu school. Quick, the fight is heating up and there may even be dead!

- We are sending a police car on the other page out there, Mrs. Bernadette. Rest assured that in five minutes we will arrive.

About ten minutes passed, and the blue police car that stopped in front of the mentioned house appeared. On the street you could hear the screams and aggressive tone of the husband claiming:

- I work all day, I arrive at the house and I have nothing to comer because you are losing the tempo on Facebook and in such Zap Zap (abbreviation for WhatsApp).

The sergeant knocked on the door three times:

-Yes, spend the day like this and what? I have my friends who stayed the day chatting, better than walking the streets of the city, giving the can or looking for males.

The cops continued to knock on the door, now more fustily, so that the marriage could hear.

- It is playing the door... got you open that she might be one of your friends, who spend the day in the Zap Zap with you. It’d could also be a male behind a whore who loses the time in nonsense and does not attend to his house.

- He respects me, tramp. I'm a good woman and I'm not after another male. I've had enough of this fret at home.

She said, Marilene ran to open the door to get rid of her husband, who was verbally assaulting