Cock won’t sing. The streets of Reiki City will feel the pain of emptiness.
In heaven, the story is different.
Enes Fryer – Ninha – confirmed the fate of a true leader. In front of the eternal carnival at Recife, he announced: “There will be a parade of rooster here in heaven”. He did not suspect Enos, who turned a block of hundred revelers into the neighborhood of Sao Jose into the world’s largest mass event.
Capiba, however, usually uttered with an accent, asked: “Whoever has performed a miracle, Nina, you are not yet a saint.”
“I have set an audience with Sao Pedro. You, Nelson Ferreira, Matias da Rocha and Joanna Batista (Wasourinh’s black co-authors), Mario Cheves (author of Gallo Anthem) and Nana Vasconcellos, will be part of the committee. For permission and support for the heavenly parade “.
Pedro, attentive, heard this argument: “This was what was missing. But we have an example: When I heard the sound of a bang on the door on March 6, 1916, I thought, ‘This is Naan’. Another One was. Genius, he convinced me to submit to MARACAC, U, a work that was calmed down by rain, lightning, and thunder, sun and moon, hand in hand, clouds with other and silver waves. Illuminated a phase of. It has become our orchestra that enlivens. Harmonic melody of universal love with a diversity of souls.
They all imagined, before the zeal of the heavenly authority that the parade was in conversation. Nothing! Sao Pedro’s aim was: “Parade there in Recife”! Enes, stunned, shocked: “Sao Pedro, you know millions of people have already died. Because of the plague of viruses and … what does the roster have to do with it? There can be no raging. Here in heaven , We have been vaccinated, all wearing masks and lots of alcohol. “
Pedro took a breath: “Well, the devil’s virus doesn’t rule here. The rooster will sing in the sky”. party! With all his arms, he promised everyone in one voice: “The cock’s voice is the voice of life; the cock does not sing out of time; the cock is the first ray of light in the world of darkness; the cock does not deny it even once , Does not even thrice; hen crows weave the threads of life, the crowd of roosters, with the permission of João Cabral, ‘becomes heavy on the canvas among all, if they rise in a tent, let everyone know Give; ‘.
