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At this exact moment someone starts writing a text. At this exact moment someone (someone else, but not quite someone else) begins to read a text. At this very moment someone wonders if, after a long hiatus, he still knows how to write. At this very moment he tries, without realizing that a grumpy other-somebody has already concluded: he doesn’t know and never knew. At this very moment someone frowns, shrugs off the perverse verdict and continues writing stoically.

At this very moment, that is, in the moment after the beginning of the paragraph, someone wonders if he will continue to repeat “this very moment” to reinforce the character now of the chronicle – and, why not?, of life. At this exact moment someone decides yes and takes the opportunity to ask when the moment is no longer “this” and “exact”, to become a random moment in the cracolândia of time.

At this exact moment someone has an idea: what if at this exact moment someone else signs the Gazeta do Povo just so he can say that at this very moment someone signs a Gazeta do Povo? It worked: at this very moment someone signs the Gazeta do Povo

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At this exact moment someone takes the cup of coffee the mouth. At this exact moment someone realizes that they forgot to sweeten the drink. At this very moment someone is scolded by an indignant barista: how can someone still sweeten coffee in the 21st century?! At this very moment someone is at an impasse with himself. At this very moment, feeling that he has lost himself in uninteresting elocubrations and that someone else is about to look for another text, someone concludes that he needs to do something, anything, maybe even put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence or change the subject! There you have it: right now someone changes the subject.

Right now the editor puts his hand to his chin, makes an intelligent-intrigued face and confesses to himself that he fears the new direction of prose. Because he knows that, at this very moment, there are as many as are interested in the adventures of these contemporary demigods, the politicians. At this very moment someone, oblivious to the editor’s anxieties, is only concerned with including an intertitle in the text. But which? Right now:

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At this exact moment someone writes that at this very moment, and far away from there, President Jair Bolsonaro has just made a decision. It is not known whether by decree, provisional measure, social media, gogó or if it was a decision so new that it hasn’t even had time to get the word out. Nor is it known whether the decision will one day become a fact and impact someone’s life, someone else, someone else or as many. And it doesn’t matter. Because at this very moment there are those who celebrate and there are those who curse. And in the celebration or cursing at this very moment, there are those who feel alive.

At this exact moment someone decides to explore this vein and say that at this exact moment there are people arguing and being counter-argued. At this very moment both sides of this dispute declare victory, allowing themselves to be intoxicated by the sensation of having convinced the other with a fateful argument. Right now both are deceiving themselves, but never mind. At this exact moment someone recognizes that there is no one to take away the joy of these people.

At this exact moment (which, it is worth saying, is not the same from the beginning to the end of the adverbial phrase) a man gives a thumbs up on Facebook and distributes little hearts on other social networks. At this exact moment a woman pouts to take a selfie. Right now an influencer arranges the stack of books that, she believes, will serve as a testament to her intelligence – and, consequently, to the intelligence of her followers. Right now there are people complaining (with reason!) to pay a darf.

At this exact moment someone looks at the window. At this exact moment someone else, unrelated to the previous ones, sees an egg submit to the law of gravity and crash on the kitchen floor. At this exact moment, someone else, the original, asks himself “how does he know?”, before quickly picking up the cleaning supplies. At this exact moment a door opens and a woman (grandmother? mother? wife?) says “let me clean; you don’t do anything right.”

At this very moment there are those who are born . At this very moment, someone is dying. At this very moment, there are those who would trade anything for another little second of life. At this very moment, there are those who say they have ideas capable of solving all the problems in the world. At this very moment, there are those who beat their chests and declare themselves against everything and everyone – just for fun. At this exact moment someone made a crass spelling mistake, went back in the sentence dying of shame and gave the crass back the two “s” to which he is entitled.

At this exact moment someone notices that they have to put a full stop on the text. At this exact moment someone else said “already?!”, opened a little smile, shook his head, frowned and, without realizing it, let someone enter his head and tickle his neurons. You’re welcome. At this exact moment someone says “whatever God wants” and ends the chronicle. From now on, the moment will always be different.

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