By Lelê Teles*
It was good while it lasted, I had mega dreams about this mega-sena.
I saw myself as a billionaire!
yes, I dreamed, with my eyes open, and I had lucid delusions.
I imagined myself with the smoke of a nobleman, dressed in a dark tailcoat, a starched mustache, a pocket watch, smoking a pipe and driving back and forth in an Elizabethan buggy.
I also had more modern dreams, I saw myself wearing sneakers, Stanley Cups and a polo shirt, attending Formula 1 and open tennis circuits.
I went horseback riding and jockeying, I played golf, I threw money in casinos and I went to that restaurant where the goatee breaks his wrist to salt the barbecue.
I would buy a camel, an Egyptian cotton dress and a tunic, just to feel like a sheikh.
my house would have a Minecraft format and a door high enough to receive a visit from an Anunnaki.
the car would open its doors like a bat opens its wings.
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Yes, I lived like this for two endless weeks.
every morning I felt it pass through the window, with the freshness of dew, the colorful scent of buffalo, the sweet scent of wealth.
it was like waking up in a large garden whose flowers bore silver petals.
with this he would buy Arab perfumes, Arabian horses, Chinese cars, German shoes, Italian ties, Cuban cigars, French wines and have red-haired slaves.
But then I woke up and thought, so this is it? Is that what a billion is for?
I don’t want to.
and I went back to sleep.
but sometimes I dreamed collectively, and this seductive and empathetic dream led me again to covet fortune.
and the palm of his hand still itched, the fever returned and the delirium reappeared.
I would buy a large plot of land, cultivate an agroforest and raise cows, horses, pigs and chickens.
I thought I was living with my friends and I was already showering them with gifts in my imagination.
I imagined buying a flying wheelchair for my friend Jaburu or a nicolelic exoskeleton, just to see him, fast and full of enthusiasm, chasing whirlwinds and butterflies.
I would take my friend David, the big fool, on an intergalactic space trip, or we would dive in a small submarine into the abyssal depths of the ocean.
I would buy the little man a still, in the shape of a big frown, so that he could drink his drops head first, while sniffing his inseparable catch, enriched with very golden threads of gold.
I would buy a cloud for caretinha, a waterfall for gilmar, a thunder for osmarango, a rainbow for rafaela, a saci pererê for flavinha, a shooting star for sara, a unicorn for hermano, a crossroads for valdeci, wings for old sids and a huge jequitibá for livinha.
For Aunt Teca, I would rent a pocket show by Zeca Pagodinho, in the courtyard of Olhos D’Água, with Pedro on seven strings, Hugo Samambaia on mandolin and Olavo as hall master.
and threw thousands of poems, rolled up into thousands of 100 silver bills, from the top of a helicopter, into the rising sun.
just to see the dust rise and the crowds jostle in relaxed joy down below.
but God didn’t want it!
God wants Bolsonaro to be in prison, sobbing, burping and eating lavash.
and he also wants Lula Four.
It’s good for me.
word of salvation.
*Lele TVs is a journalist, screenwriter and master in cinema and social narratives from the Federal University of Sergipe (UFS)
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