PORTUGUES | desde nova que tenho uma grande admiração pelo o meu irmão. embora sejamos muito diferentes um do outro, foi com ele que partilhei grandes momentos da minha infância. é ai que começa a nossa união. lembro-me de dias de inverno, a espera que seu rosto aparecesse por entre as grades do portão da minha escolinha de infância. sabia sempre que com ele vinha um saco cheio de gomas que me reconfortava, enquanto fazia caminho a casa. não me lembro do que falávamos ou se falávamos ate. mas não interessa, por vezes só quebra o silencio quem não o sabe apreciar.
lembro-me de historias contadas em cada aniversario
partilhado em família. que começa sempre com a mesma frase 'foi o teu irmão que
escolheu o teu nome'. e contam-me ,enquanto aprecio uma caneca de chá quente,
que lhe tinham dito que em vez de uma menina ia ser um menino. e que ele
coitado farto de se aturar a si próprio, chorou como se lhe tivessem roubado o
ultimo pedaço de chocolate.
e no meio de gargalhadas entre a historia como nasci, que
olho para o meu irmão. vejo-o envergonhado. mas sei que ele fica contente por a
historia ser como ele quis. uma menina de seu nome Daniela. foi ele que me ensinou a jogar sega , na
altura, e apreciar bandas que nenhuma miúda daquela idade ia ter a oportunidade
de ouvir se não tivesse um irmão mais velho.
é nestes momentos que lembramo-nos de certos pormenores que
fizeram dele o que ele é hoje. os meus pais sabem, coitados, o quanto casmurro
ele era , pelos vistos não mudou. e que sempre teve um grande carinho por
carros. o seu primeiro era um amarelo que bastava carregar no pedal para aquilo
andar, nem imagino a tristeza dele ao saber que lhe tinham roubado. mas compensou
com a sua enorme coleção de mini carros na sua estante do quarto.
hoje ele é um homem que adora o que faz, e que ama os seus. é
carinhoso para quem merece, é mal disposto para quem o deixa. sabe sempre o que
dizer, e consegue sempre deixar alguém com um sorriso. gosto de saber que eu
era a menina dos olhos dele quando eramos miúdos. e eu não podia ter outro irmão
senão ele. parabéns gordinho, és lindo e adoro a tua fatiota nessa foto.
ENGLISH | since i was younger I have a great admiration of my brother. although we are very different from one another, was with him that I shared great moments of my childhood. that is where we get our union. I remember winter days, waiting his face appeared through the bars of the gate of my childhood kindergarten. I knew always that with him, came with a bag full of gums that comforted me while making way home. I don’t remember what we talked or if we talked. but doesn’t matter, sometimes only breaks silence those who do not know how to appreciate the.
today he is a man who loves what he does, and he loves the others. it is affectionate to those who deserve it, and is ill-disposed with who leaves him like that. he always know what to say, and can always leave you with a smile.I like knowing that I was the the girl of his eye when we were kids. and I couldn’t have another brother but him. congratulations fatty, you're beautiful and I love your outfit in this picture.
ENGLISH | since i was younger I have a great admiration of my brother. although we are very different from one another, was with him that I shared great moments of my childhood. that is where we get our union. I remember winter days, waiting his face appeared through the bars of the gate of my childhood kindergarten. I knew always that with him, came with a bag full of gums that comforted me while making way home. I don’t remember what we talked or if we talked. but doesn’t matter, sometimes only breaks silence those who do not know how to appreciate the.
I remember stories shared in family told in each birthday. it always starts with the
same phrase 'was your brother who
chose your name.' and they tell me,
while I appreciate a mug of hot tea, that
he had been told that instead of a girl would be a boy.
and that he poor kid was tired of putting up himself, cried as if he had stolen
the last piece of chocolate.
and in middle of laughter from the story as I was born, I look at my
brother. I see him embarrassed.
but I know he is glad
that the story is the way he wanted to be.
a girl with her name Daniela. he was who taught
me to play sega, at the time,
and appreciate bands that no girl of that
age would have the opportunity to hear if he hadn’t an older brother.
is in these moments that we
remember certain details that
made him what he is today. my parents know, poor things, how stubborn he was,
apparently has not changed. and always
had a great love for cars. his first was a
yellow he just needed the pedal to
drive, I don’t imagine the sadness to know that his car was stolen. but compensated with its huge collection of mini cars
in your bookcase room.
today he is a man who loves what he does, and he loves the others. it is affectionate to those who deserve it, and is ill-disposed with who leaves him like that. he always know what to say, and can always leave you with a smile.I like knowing that I was the the girl of his eye when we were kids. and I couldn’t have another brother but him. congratulations fatty, you're beautiful and I love your outfit in this picture.
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