(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)
- They say the prisoners were not terrorists and they have to have a lawyer. Bandit has no right!
- They have to arrest Lula tomorrow!"
- We do not go here to hear music, but to go to hell!
- The teacher can not say in class what the parents do not teach!
- A sticker, says the very blond girl in a yellow-green flag.
- No, Literature says.
Porn actors can be great thinkers, but this leader on the car scares.
She goes down the hill toward the people.
Hear two policemen talking:
- A lot of people. What more do they want?
- A lot of people just come and go with the family.
Gourmet fair, coconut water R$ 6,00 (a Burger King on promotion). Men eat lying in front of a closed shop. A small palace with closed windows, an imported car shop, two poor black boys looking through the shop window. Jugglers in front of Doblo 7 Places. Cypress trees alongside tall Greek towers.
There are few people in Largo da Batata. It was early. People marked by the exclusion, social movements, feminists with their drums and flags, gray-bearded gentlemen, girls with babies, white-haired ladies and blue-haired young women.
A lady glues you a sticker "Out Temer".
The helicopters fly in a circle over the crowd, the people signal "leave!", the policeman shakes. The noise mixes with the sound car, in which an activist speaks:
- They ended up with housing, we fought, they went back, but they did not have a contract yet, and if there is no contract, this country has to stop.
A lady sells whiskey and juice in a cart.
- There are 12 million families in precarious housing - the illegitimate minister says that anyone who revolts at the Olympics will be seen as a terrorist. We will not shut up.
- Why do they fly over the population?- He asks a policeman.
He scowls and grabs the gun.
- Are not you the Literature?, he asks.
- Yes.
- Did not you have to be at Avenida Paulista?
- I have come to pay homage to my friend Hugo, she said.
Four police cars pull the protest. Twelve motorcycles behind them.
March alongside the purple band. Women holding hands ask for "home for all". A string of strong men with arm in arm. A black man in a red shirt is approaching.
- Are you from the homeless?
- Twenty years in this fight.
- I remember 1829 in Greece and 1830 in France. Dom Pedro fell in 1831.
The man looked at her and walked away.
A car decides to cross the road, the boy goes out of the window, demands his rights. A girl with a dog, who walks on the sidewalk, calls him a fascist.
A restaurant is dimly lit. Its owner had made propaganda to remove the president. In the bars around, a young man in a polo shirt and colorful shorts thanks to the waiter serving a vodka.
Misery is not good for poetry, she thinks. Napoleon III exiled Victor Hugo.
They want to get to the new president's house. "Bumbling traitor!"- someone shouts. A line of policemen accompanies the walkers on either side. She sees cops holding the gun. Resolve to observe. In another crossing a Citroën horn to pass. Ten more motorcycles close the procession. And four cars with red sirens. There are four kilometers of demonstrators. Follow.
The sky is turning pink.
Afonso Jr Lima, 2016
https://afonsojunior.blogspot.com/2016/07/os-miseraveis.html
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