Aniversário

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Das coisas que tu deverias ter feito por mim: deverias ter me deixado celebrar teu aniversário quando estavas comigo. Desde o tempo remoto em que estive dentro de ti, desde sempre. Desde outubro de 1977. Ou mesmo antes, quando eu ainda era apenas uma parte de ti sem forma concreta, mas um sonho teu.

Deverias ter me dito o que sentiste quando teu pai se foi no mesmo dia em que nasceste, embora ele tivesse esperado alguns anos para partir. Eu não entendia teus motivos, nem a tua dor. Eu apenas entendia que teu aniversário doía. Deverias ter me deixado saber. E eu deveria ter ficado contigo mais tempo. Para te entender.

Para a Dona Lola.

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