reader a laugh I can’t start, that at least manages to give you a jolt. And take the daily boredom out of those who follow the news. To the reader, therefore, who I never underestimate, I offer this day my ultimate folly. In a year in which there was no lack of journalistic antics, there is nothing better than ending with these rhymes, half crooked, half mystical. And so imperfect, the damned ones, that in verse I dare not write. I follow this tune, hoping the reader will entertain.
434526719 It will be short, I promise, because time escapes me. Let me just see my notes here so I can have a map of the events. Oh yes, how to forget? In January they invaded the Capitol. And in my opinion it was another nonsense that Cain included in his portfolio. What else was there in that month that I now think so far away? There was a writer acting as a militant and a fool talking about “necessary authoritarianism”. And there was even a columnist asking for impeachment with “talquei” in a hilarious text.
434526719 It’s already February and, speaking of BBB, I ask the intellectual about Karol Conká to write. The conversation was good, intelligent, promising fun. Everything was going very well, even from the Lava Jato the STF nailed the coffin. In a year without carnival and in a time of sealing, I was left to see the parade with my imagination, this warrior. A few days later, I interviewed Roger Moreira. We talk about this and that. It’s so good to talk! It’s a pity that the STF does not respect parliament.
In the third month of the year , was little what I wrote. I took a few days off, traveled with my son, Davi. In the short time I had, I spoke of a pandemic, of this macabre birthday. I also spoke about Flávio’s mansion – at the time a great disaster. The restraint of the politician, I would say, is none. For this very reason, it is worth admiring the miracle of the common man. In March, “A Prince in New York” was followed up. And earlier this month, Fachin benefited Lula with a decision. And because of her next year, we will have the ex-convict in the election. Before the month says goodbye, I must mention: the Emenda came to life and now it’s too late to complain.
We arrived in April and there was a robot – robot! – complaining of harassment. Definitely our time does not let us die of boredom. I’m looking for a rhyme here, but I don’t even know what bilva is. It only remains for me to say that I spoke with Alexandre Soares Silva. The chat was good, but it’s no use, you can’t ignore the narrative: from the scientists I questioned the notion of self-importance and the estimates. Ignoring enlightened foolishness from science, I could only appeal to optimism and say: Lula as a candidate is good news. I also spoke to Glenn and, you see, marrow has been proven to have it. The month was ending, there was no shortage of agenda, and it was with great regret that I commented on the astronaut’s death.
In May my life changed – for the better, I don’t complain! But now the question hit me: do I have the rhyme for that? Right at the beginning of the month, I caught a stink of idealism and ran to defend the legitimacy of pocketnarism. But my text is not a pamphlet; at best a grievance. Now excuse me, I’m going to dress all in black to talk about Paulo Gustavo. Some leave and others stay, that’s the plot of life. A few days later I had the honor of talking to the great Ary Toledo. The news is piling up, but I can’t complain if I still have the opportunity for Renan Calheiros to make fun of it. To end the month of brides, I speak of marriage: FHC had lunch with Lula and I contained my cursing.