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Foto: Xeque-Mate! Zeca Baronio
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D. Discordância
começava sempre as suas conversas com a mesma frase: “Não pode ser.”
“Não concordo!!” era
a frase com que D. Discordância terminava a mesma conversa.
Havia quem entrasse
no debate, argumentasse que podia ser ora por isto, ora por aquilo.
Mas D. Discordância
não ouvia, não precisava, porque sabia que tinha razão.
E, cada dia mais, D.
Discordância discursava num monólogo.
Mas continuava na
sua saga, D. Discordância.
D. Discordância
falava e já só o silêncio se ouvia ao fundo da sua voz.
D. Discordância
continuava, no entanto, a discordar.
Talvez porque
achasse que ainda tinha algo a demonstrar.
E então um dia, D.
Inocência, ouvindo o monólogo de D. Discordância, lhe perguntou: “Mas e então,
D, Discordância, o que propõe, como solução?”
E pela primeira vez,
em muito tempo, D. Discordância não teve nada a dizer.
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Ms. Disagreement always began her conversations with
the same sentence: "It can not be."
"I disagree!" Was the sentence that Ms.
Disagreement ended the same conversation.
There were those who entered the debate, it could be
argued this or that.
But Ms. Disagreement did not listen, didn’t need to,
because she knew she was right.
And, increasingly, Ms. Disagreement was speaking in a
monologue.
But she continued on that saga, Ms. Disagreement.
Ms. Disagreement spoke and at some point only silence
was heard in the background of her voice.
Ms. Disagreement continued, however, to differ.
Maybe because she thought she still had something to
prove.
And then one day, Ms. Innocence, listening to Ms.
Disagreement’s monologue, asked: "But then, Ms. Disagreement, which do you
proposes, as a solution?"
And for the first time in a long time, Ms.
Disagreement had nothing to say.
