The Enchanted Village

By Marcos Antonio Lavagnini

It is said that long ago there was a place where happiness was part of the customs of all who lived there. A privileged place that compares to a dream in live and brinks the beauty of a simple people, humble and able to make all characters of a beautiful story. Enter, too, in the village of all dreams!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clube de Autores
• Release date: Mar 4, 2017

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MARCOS ANTONIO LAVAGNINI

THE ENCHANTED VILLAGE

MARCOS ANTONIO LAVAGNINI

Marília – Sao Paulo – Brazil

1ª Edition

2017

                               - It seemed to be a dream, but... one should not think of what didn't exist and the night has added up to the minutes of the clock that on the wall delayed your end; There are those who passed by the access road to the local of all the disappeared to see the frame of my body that was in the old and distinct rustic window, the poor property in ruins, who was a present piece in the village of so many fantasies and the improbable stories that were told in it daily life. I wouldn't said that these stories were counted by those who witnessed and swore to their souls, the figurative power of what they said to their hearers. They believed that the night was abandoned by the figures who composed the suffering lives of the village where I lived and that I shared the four corners, with my beautiful and esteemed family that after all remained united.

The mornings broke with your brighten, when they noticed that the night slept in deep sleep, to know that it was long and tired of sheltering the lives which they took advantage of and without noticing, the most clearest phases of the day that awoke everyone to follow the fate the already known of every morning in the village, fled.

But what say about the children which running around their homes showing which there, live happy people and they show the ignorance of your formation offered by your parents; Carried the thought inherited from their parents, of which they used to stimulus to sponsor the of the offspring's academic development  that unnecessarily cost in their growth.  

The comfort was forgotten, because life offered to them an awakening and the passing of every day was settled at sunset; Appreciated, these customs were daily and no one could complain of any fact, presuming which everything happened in the same way.

The village was lovely, Flanked by the most beautiful plain which was served of many land properties where in the background could notice the beauty of the mantle which covered the Pururú’s riverbed and could see the various curves which showed that there was no end; the waters passed slowly under the wooden bridge, which was part of the only road to entrance and out from the village. Needless to say, which everyone bathed there; carrying the cloths bags, which served inthe wash and occupying the edge of the clear and beautiful waters of the river of this place.

Mr. Zé has already been a comrade, rests alone in his old rocking chair and in which every day admires the passage of the people in front of his old farm. Their legs have suffered for a long time and thrashing things don't promise their livelihood and offer themselves to the aid of the old chair.

In the morning of the day I can tell that I see the children, always together, on the way to school; they serve themselves of the quiet road that cuts from east to west the enchanted village. An old hut gives way to the school where Sarita, the teacher, is waiting for them!

Sometimes I wonder if I'm part of this much commented village and if at least I know your name. But I think I forgot, because it would be difficult to pronounce it, since we know how to describe it as enchanted!

Well ... I must know that many lives are there in the day and they go away with the arrival of the night And then, I feel abandoned, bowed on my favorite window; The moonlight gives me its glow and adorns this old, laborious and lazy face when I think of the hitting of the hoe on the ground of the rooted field. The hoe is a witness to the hardness of these lands, and when it strikes with its tip on the ground, it shakes the arms that command it.  

But what tell about the little teacher who adorns herself, to make the formation of so many who seek her? It must be known that is real and she clings to the beauty of her daughter Lina, small beauty that enchants the so enchanted village. From school I can tell a little of what I know, but to tell the truth ... I guess I don't know. I promised that in one of those banks I would sit down to learn, and then, I think time passed and when I remembered that promise, I was too big and grow to take the place I didn't know.

I would like to know the secret of Mr. Zé! He knows so many ends never studied! Perhaps not even Valdeliria can explain this secret, because she keeps very informed about of all who live in the village. But what is it worth to Valdemira explains about a master of so many wisdom and knowledge?

All that one thinks of asking, here comes Mr. Zé with his sharp answer and that suspicious look that pushes