They are banal facts that happen in the rivers of the North of this country. The Nature is too wild to be tamed and we are infinitely small due to the amazon greatness. The agitated waters, the treachrous circles of the whirlpools and calmness devours ships, people and loads, that stop being, in seconds, valuable. The riverine ones live together daily with this terrible reality.

Certain time, a ship of Manaus, of those very big ones, totally full, it went down the torrential river, under the mantle of a dark night, where the danger peeped in each curve and in each log floating, dragged by the current and that at any moment it could be shocked against the keel of the fragile embarkation, concluding tragically the trip.

Only a skilled and expert commandant could avoid such tragedy, but that didn't happen with this manauara (from Manaus) ship The problem is that nor all are responsible and exactly that man, torpid of sleep and tired of the his sprees of the previous night, worsened by the routine of the landscape , the fluvial sameness of his daily one, finished giving to the god's arms Morfeu and he dreamed about all the amazon mermaids, singing to sleep his fantasies. He slept beautiful, made angel. And the ship? Well, it had a sad destiny; guideless, without command, it went navigating in the direction of the margin, where it beat, tumbled and began to do water. General tumult!

The terrified passengers jumped close of the margin to flee of the fluvial hell, that settled. Surprise!!! Who is that awaited them in the margin to give to the castways the good comings? - A beautiful ounce painted, starvelling, and with an insatiable hunger it awaited them happy. Monster of brilliant eyes, that observed with satisfaction his dinner approximating and only of thinking in that he opened your enormous mouth, where his tongue salivated of pleasure for the unexpected tidbits and that could never refuse. The terrified castaways didn't dare to move forward. What to do? - To be ashamed and run, the bug catches, to be stay in the same place, the bug eats ". In front of them a starving and provoked ounce. Behind, a ship, that slowly shipwrecked. Done to die eat by the wild animal or done to die swallow by the waters of the river? Cruel doubt.

On these hours it always shows up the savior of the Homeland, any miracle man, that got to light a bonfire and it drove away a vexed ounce, that has just lost your appetizing dinner and the castaways, breathing alleviated, they got to rescue their precious lives, thanks to the good God, that always protects the riverine of this our immense Amazonian.

(Story published in the Anthology " The Forge of the Freedom " of Publisher Arnaldo Giraldo, of São Paulo - May of 2003 - Pages 82 and 83).

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