there was Ver-O-Peso, where Luís spent most of his adolescence and met the one who adopted him two decades ago. The dying man went down the avenue, leaning against the curb to avoid being hit by the various vehicles traveling at high speed and making the environment too dangerous to move. He went to the port and outside the guardrail he could watch the ships that remained at anchor in the distance.

 They unloaded their loads on ferries, while others continued on their way to different destinations. Despite all the confusion that obscured his mind, it was still possible to remember his origins, remember his past and know where he came from. Even through confused memories and full of unreadable points. Which allowed him at that moment to observe the infinite on the muddy waters of the extensive river.

 And to miss home, the old fishing father, the mother housewife. The other two brothers he left behind when he came to the capital and never wanted to see them again. Even after being adopted by Naomi and lived as a prince. Heir to untold fortune.In complete disgrace he shed his tears for the emptiness he felt inside his chest and for understanding that it became impossible to rescue everything he left behind. With no family and friends to lean on, he felt like a shadow.

Someone who went unnoticed wherever he went, useless, whatever remains of what is thrown away. He continued to wander the streets, saw the marketers and their sales full of customers. They chose and bought everything.He recalled the times when he arrived from the interior, aboard a fishing vessel, and made the place his home. The difference was that before he was in his prime, he was just a child and a flame of hope that burned inside his heart and that made him believe in a promising tomorrow. However, in the bitter present that was, everything had ceased to exist.

His most intense dreams were shattered, they were suddenly canceled without him having a chance to try to avoid it. Who could be held responsible for what happened? Was it God or the Devil's fault for the damn madness that invaded his mind?Who cursed him and made him that walking weirdo? What would he have done to deserve such punishment? Perhaps he was cursed for running away from home on that fishing vessel when he was ten years old. For coming to live in the big city without even saying goodbye to his family.

 A divine rebuke for having acted so callously towards those who truly loved him as a son. is brother. Who knows the real reason, the truth was that the evil happened to him and nothing more could be done to correct such malignancy, he always wore the same broken clothes and a burlap sack that was grimy on his shoulders he went on, wandering the paths of the uncertain life he had left. Small fishing boats were anchored at the pier, bringing many fish inside to supply the market. They sold everything very cheaply to middlemen who resold it at an absurd price to consumers. He looked from afar at what was happening around him, confused, he assimilated little. Watching the frantic movement and running at the fair.

 Both the marketers and those who made varied purchases, according to their needs. Nobody noticed the presence of the dying man in those surroundings and that made it easier for him to put his hand in the merchant's bag of flour. And in that way he ate a little, killing the hunger and longing for times gone by, when he could taste at will without having to hide. Fruits and vegetables were scattered on the floor, some spoiled and others in perfect condition that could be used for consumption and sometimes it was the only daily meal.

 Just ahead there was another spot full of beggars similar to him and others scattered around the city. It was called the clock square. Due to a high pole made of concrete. With a huge clock to guide the population of the time. While traveling in the shopping center, next to it was the city hall and the grain trade. There were a lot of dried fish, and the distribution of fresh fish. In addition to the Our Lady church, the Court of Justice and several clothing and appliance stores.

The place was very busy and visited by people from all walks of life, even by tourists who enjoyed the castle's fort. A tourist attraction from the times when people from Pará fought important battles against invaders. Some cannons were still installed in the same location. Where the combatants faced their opponents and emerged victorious. And the merchant navy command headquarters was built right there. He liked to lie on the hard cement benches scattered in space.

 Or leaning against the trunk of one of the thick hundred-year-old mango trees planted across the entire length of the place. On the roofs of the lower houses, a large number of vultures could be seen. Who were preparing like an army ready to attack and feed on the remains of dead fish. They cleaned the garbage thrown away by the fishermen, the dry bank of the river located in the part where all types of landings were made. Also, there were other animals that were also decomposing and served as food for the birds.

Nobody was surprised until dark, when it arrived at night and each one needed a corner to sleep. Then the thing was dangerous, those who did not belong to the territory demarcated by the beggars of the area, should retire or risk even death. Far from there, about five hundred meters away, you could see a very spacious street. Following it, he would arrive at his place of origin, where he could certainly rest from his labors. Important buildings were visible from the start.

Which deserved the attention of anyone passing by, On the right side was the imposing headquarters of the Pará Military Fire Brigade, where men committed to saving lives met. Just ahead he came across the Brazilian Navy school of sailors. Full of young people aspiring to reach high posts in this segment of the country's armed forces. To the right of the long street, the State Academy of Letters was located.

Stage for the emergence of many highly important writers in the literary scene of Pará, and next to it was located the Peter in Oak school, a place where several personalities studied. As well as many of today's politicians, judges, lawyers. All other notable public figures. And among them, he too, Luís Gustavo, who completed his secondary studies there and almost entered three of the most coveted colleges of the time. Without a doubt, he would guarantee his place in one of the chairs of the coveted literary world.

And it is a kind of space for people who stood out in society, in which he learned to live and admire, of course, if he were not mentally weak to the point of going crazy, for not enduring the emotion of the first of countless other victories that were deserved. Despite his immense intellectual capacity. In the center of everything was another of the dozens of squares scattered in the great city of mango trees. The one with the flag had several masts with the three flags of the State.

Place of celebrations on festive dates, however, when passing in front of such places he remembered nothing, there were few vague memories of what he was and who he had become. in today's world, it summed up only in a managed by the time that punished his appearance, transforming him into that decadent being, disgusting in the eyes of the beholder. Perhaps in the past, if things had taken a different course, they would admire you for your intelligence and beauty.

However, since his luck turned to bad luck and threw him into the pit, in constant dismay and what was left was to live like a mangy dog. whose filth was perceived in the distance. He was on his way to his resting place. After all, the day was over and the darkness of the night was knocking on the doors. He needed to hurry up so as not to miss the point, if he weren't smart he would lose his sleeping place to another shirtless man who might be looking for a corner to lay his head on.

He followed the narrow Ó de Almeida street, always watching for signs before crossing the wide avenue, to finally reach his final destination. Even though it crosses the Riachuelo lane, the site of the various prostitution spots that housed all kinds of prostitutes and their despicable partners. Addicts, thieves, murderers and all the city's rabble showed up there daily to satisfy their most shameful sexual instincts. A real focus of sexually transmitted diseases. Prostitutes sat on the high sidewalks in front of the brothels waiting for customers.

 Lurking for those who happen to pass the street less than four meters wide. Wearing short skirts or tiny shorts, leaving your shame in plain view to pique men's interest. They were bold enough to offer themselves to programs and some of them went even further. They launched themselves at those who passed by, pulling any individual who approached from there, begging them to pay for a moment of pleasure.

Less clear, a dying man like him who had nothing to offer, not even good looks. Without taking into account the filth spread over your body for a long time without taking a good shower. His huge nails, full of dirt, the grating odor of the sticky wax on his body was felt from afar. Teeth rotted from never being dug. Her long gray hair and full of lice. There were so many that they ran down to the yellowed, grown beard. Color caused by fun extracted from the smoke expelled from the smoke of an old pipe. In these conditions, he daily passed in that den of immoralities unnoticed.

Just like the sewage rats that occasionally crossed the alleys without anyone realizing that they existed. Finally it reached the end point of the journey. The avenue with little traffic, all stores and shops with closed doors. At the intersection the closed traffic light could be advanced by pedestrians without much haste. Underneath a fine serene rain that undoubtedly was on its way. The deserted square gave way to the marginals on duty and their evils, to disputes between the dense darkness of the coming night. And the yellow lights from the various posts scattered on all sides contributed to the danger.

 The gazebos were, as usual, crowded with miserable people lying on the floor on plastics, old newspapers or cardboard, but each one knew his space and his remained empty until he arrived. He was very tired of the fatigue of yet another toil in search of survival, it was not easy to overcome adversity. Even though he lives like a raw animal, he almost doesn't realize the reality around him. To help with the arrival of sleep, he drank a few sips of the favorite cachaça he always had on hand. It was like gasoline for a car in motion, if it were missing it would stop the engine, for the other less disturbed companions.

 It would be possible to endure poverty and discouragement with drunkenness. Being constantly drunk to numb their minds and momentarily blind their understanding. For him, however, who lived in a part alien to almost everything in the real world, the strong drink served only to keep his energies and relax his tired body. The human brain is a masterpiece of nature that, even if damaged, can still do many wonders, and with its eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep, the dying man began to dream.