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"PARROT, LOURO, LOURICO, LOURIVAL"

(count) Maria de Fátima Queiroz Pinho

Lourival appeared there home, in a sunny afternoon, without any explanation, coming is known there from where. He was a parrot talkative, noisy and very annoying. Aunt Fafá, distrusts that was of religious origin, because since he arrived, he only sang the Hymn " THE LORD, IS MY SHEPHERD AND ANYTHING ME IT WILL LACK ". That of being born to putting of the sun, for despair of the neighborhood. 

He knew how to come singing with voice screeched " Parrot Louro, Lourico, 
Lourival " - refrain that repeated dozen of times to take a " blow in the peak ".
Then, a surly amount, continued singing the praise Hymn " The LORD is my Shepherd...". The daily song concert of Lourival caused irritation in all the listeners. Until she "Faisca" (sparkle), a docile and quiet female dog lost patience and she barked furiously, trying to stop Parrot Lourival's religious impulses. 
It didn't advance. Aunt Dinga suggested a wife for the solitarian singer and like this she appeared in your life - Ruth Aurora, a mettlesome and saltatory female parrot, to break the solitude and to reduce the companion's fanatic religiosity. 

The pietistic parrot didn't change, it continued singing with more ardor. 
Anything he refrained, obstinate, it tried until to convert yours wife and to do her to participate of his parrotcrowes. I want of forming a duo. The first ones appeared matrimonial disagreements. Once in a while, it was heard an infernal noise. It was the Parrot Lourival, asking for help. It was being massacred with the 
violent peck of his wife Ruth Aurora. That would not finish well. 

Certain morning the sun rose beautiful spreading heat and happiness in the Nature, but the Parrot Lourival didn't sing, nor on this morning, nor other. 

Sepulchral silence in the perch. A voice had if quiet. Aunts Fafá and Dinga 
ran rapidly, but it was too late. Tragedy! Parrot Lourival lied dead. Ruth Aurora furious, in your swinging walk (vai-vém), she expressed all your homicidal rancour. She not supported the religious songs, lost patience, rioted against the religious tyranny of the her partner and she killed plucking him with dozens of peck in the... TAIL ! 
Poor Lourival, lied inert in your soft mortuary bed, of yours own featherses. Certainly, the those hours he should be in the sky of the parrots singing your melodious hymn. 

(Anthology Reverberations - Publisher Arnaldo Giraldo, São Paulo - SP / Brasil Page 100 year: 2001) 

"Literary tale published in the Anthology IX   International Words in the Third Millennium "in   Phoenix Publishing House of São Paulo  November 2010 - Pages 110 and 111 ".

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