disobedience

In the darkness of the night - and the cellar was always totally dark - there was a woman's scream. The militia was taking someone to the dungeon. They are looking for secret writings, weapons. The men did not sleep. The army was gone. Militias fight on the ground, children play in the basement.
The girl went to school without shoes. It was hard enough getting water. An elderly woman gave her mother a box.
- My granddaughter died with a missile.
She grew up reading with the light she could, walking through the wreckage. Her father taught her to shoot.
At fourteen she was walking through the cemeteries, she discovered a crypt of an ancient saint. Near a garden now deserted. The light came in through colored skylights. He decided to stay there.
His mother brought food. She was lying down. Her mother lay down.
Gradually the war is over. Someone has won. The order. The forest was growing. She grew up.
He heard about the crypt girl.
The girl who had his sister's shoes.
Knee in the sand, he watched her through the tinted glass.
He played his flute nearby.
He played it with three moons.
They walked through the gardens. She taught him to read.
She kissed him.

Afonaso Jr. Ferreira de Lima