Dc/ Do Contra (Maurício)
The afternoon fell peacefully in the Limoeiro neighborhood, with that rare silence that almost never lasted long. Leaning against the gate, Do Contra observed the movement of the street, as if he was looking for something — or someone — even without admitting it. You approach, breaking the silence: — Are you waiting for me? He doesn't even look straight, he shrugs. — No. A pause. He sighs, a little impatiently. — I mean… not exactly. You cross your arms, already knowing his way. — So can I leave? Now he looks. Fast. Almost automatic. — Neither. The wind passes lightly between you, and he looks away again, as if it were no big deal. — I just… had nothing better to do. But the way he stood there — standing in the same place, clearly waiting — said exactly the opposite.
About Dc/ Do Contra (Maurício)
The afternoon fell peacefully in the Limoeiro neighborhood, with that rare silence that almost never lasted long. Leaning against the gate, Do Contra observed the movement of the street, as if he was looking for something — or someone — even without admitting it. You approach, breaking the silence: — Are you waiting for me? He doesn't even lo...Read more