“Hidden Treasures” (Part One)
“Do you believe in miracles? Do you believe in destiny?
That nothing is by chance?And that sometimes the universe chose you for certains tasks,that you know on you heart , beyond of any doubt , that only you are able to accomplish. Not just for your talents, but the way you is able to handle certain situations without doubling to hopelessness…. Some people give up and others fight with hope.”
“If I close my eyes I can see the sound of the waves materializing around me as if I had been shipwrecked of my life over there.”
The heat took over the night and a blackout took away the light that illuminated the room of the house rented on Boa Viagem beach at the end of the year 2000.
Little by little the children were asleep , Jane and I were there, side by side looking at the full moon that remedied the darkness of Teslian night.
I held her hand tight and asked if she wanted to dance and she said doubtfully
“But there’s no music!” And I sang for us “AS TIME GOES BY”, in the version of my so dear Frank Sinatra, she was amazed that I knew the lyric.
At dawn, a friend, a former student of mine, the military of the reservation, gave me a ride to the square where the church of the beach of Boa Viagem,
I said goodbye to Jane and the children saying that I had found a good place to sell my paintings, followed by a resounding “Do not worry”.
I needed to solve our debts in the house, and Jane felt in her heart that I would not come home so fast.
There I was, in the Boa Viagem Beach square with 11 Oil Paintings arranged around an plaza bench ,hanging from the iron bars of the Nossa Senhora da Boa Viagem Church, being an unusual exhibition,and a face more than 2 meters from Holy Mother of Christ painted in a brim fabric of a very deep blue, wrapped in a 15-meter tube.I had done to donate to an institution, but it had all gone wrong, at least it was what I thought …
It is at this point that if you have read this far, have faith and keep reading, because if you think I have already told everything, what I will tell in stages here is something you only hear about,you see in movies, or it’s like some urban legend in strange mouths ..
But it’s all true, because those who were part of this story of my life are among my friends on Facebook today so full of famous people, and celebrities are here without knowing the Heroes and Angels, that were in my life like Márcia Elvino and His brother Fabio Elvino, in another moment I will speak about them.
Where were I? Oh! Yes! In the square, with my easel ,paintings, Oil paints… I forgot to say, all my things . And so, in that order before the sun set I Meet : an tattooist prophetically called “Paulista”,Is a nickname for those who live in São Paulo ( A year later I would be living in São Paulo). A Hippie who sold jewelry, erroneously nicknamed “Bijuterias” (fake jewels) and his friend who was called “Gaucho” who was always drunk, but he was great to carry the things of his friend wherever he went,In his Homer Simpson status, with blond hair and blue eyes, he seemed to say, “Where am I?” And before the sun, came up a client to paint his mother-in-law,my price for him was 300 reais (100 dollar, today my price is 2.000 dollar) , that’s was what I needed to pay my debts, he accepted.And then I called the lady that I rented the house, she said would forgive the debt if I gave her a part and changed immediately. It was then that I painted the canvas until the evening of the other day, whoever accompanies my canvases today knows that it takes months, but I had no choice at that moment and accelerated the drying weeks, for 15 minutes per layer, which is wrong, but it was the only chance, since the client would travel at the end of the other day.
Was almost late afternoon when he came, I was tired, I sat on the bench and there,
I could not get up,we talked and he loved the painting and saying: “It’s the face of that miserable woman” And than, the educated man had teleported himself to the black side of the Jedi’s Force and extended a 50 reais (20-dollar) bill to pay,
I complained and he say “You think I’m an idiot, you’re nobody!You’re in the middle of the street!” And between the bitter and harsh words he suddenly stuttered to offer me more money apologizing nervously, and 50, rose to 200, 200 to 300 and 300 gave me a gratuity of 50 more! I was happy!And I handed him the canvas he’d take him running with that your overwhelming belly bouncing with help of your strangely thin legs.
And it was in that moment I heard “Hey man! Painter… If I had not been here, you would have been lost!It was the Paulista, who saw what happened and stood behind the bench that I was sitting on and told to the client, just babbling the words in silent for him for Pay more.
“Hey man! Pay Painter’s money!” (And the customer reading his lips) and while it was increasing, he showed his tattoos with his hand pointing every tattoo , he was dressed in Jeans and a T-shirt, began by the arm and went up, “ Thanks God I did not have time to show the dragon on my back,Because if it happened he would give you until that terrible clothes of his body.”
I liked what he had done for me, but I thanked him with a worried smile, because I knew that would complicate my life there,so of course I had to leave the square, and I moved my oils of the square to the beach , slowly with the help of Paulista, where Maurilio, the Hippie, was on beach tent.I asked him, who slept in a tent in the sand, to take care of my oil Paintings, to take the money to Jane.
Night had come and almost and everything was turning orange on the horizon. “Are you crazy, Painter?” “And if someone steal all this, I’m too tired, I can not be watchman of your paintings all night, Man!” And before I made any elucidating argument, his safety the “Gaucho” (Homer Simpson) Lying on the sand with belly up, behind the tent, suddenly, He gets up screaming, as if waking up from a nightmare.
“But, what if you bury everything, Tchê?”( Tchê,is a colloquial expression used by the gaucho people, especially from Rio Grande do Sul,Brazil.)
I was observing everything from the boardwalk and I jumped on the sand saying,
“Gaucho is right!” And Maurilio was astonished and says “ He’s right???
You lost your Mind? you’re not going to bury your paintings, Isn’t it?
And drew a rectangle, as large as I could in the sand, I dug with the help of the skeptic Maurilio.
I covered the bottom with the brim fabric that I painted of the Holy Mother, and I put the paintings and covered all with another layer of the brim fabric, like countless slices of a treasure that now was buried there and at last I put the sand on top of everything was so perfect that nobody could imagine,and I went to deliver the money of the home.
Remember, it was the paintings that one day in 2007 were presented to the European community.What happened tale in the second part, If you want to know… Anyone want? ,
Everything is fine now my friends, life is extraordinary ,Not only because we breathe, but because we dare to live it.
Anyone want to know how the story ends? There are 7 posts in front of you! _Ancerg
