{"product_id":"lincha-tarado","title":"Lynch pervert","description":"(...) Today marks seventy-five days since her death. And twenty-two years since our marriage. I hold no complaints against her. She was so frugal, she only used half of the money. Why didn't she spend it all? It wasn't enough, she'd help me. I didn't have the courage. Do you know who sewed this outfit? Is there a woman like her? There's no shortage of candidates. My daughters think I should. A young widow, single with gifts. Even with a gold tooth. One I don't even deserve. So adorned and lush. If it was God's plan, I know well, I must conform. During the day I distract myself in the workshop. But at night? Thinking of her, I beat myself up all night. My bed, in it I lay. A hummingbird feather quilt, with it I covered myself. A sweet rocking chair, in it I rocked me. Turning out the light, I lifted my nightgown. Blind, suddenly I saw—on the white back—two phosphorescent moons. Jewish longing for the body? My eyes are tired, I can barely read. I shave every morning, I still trim my mustache. She died—and I haven't shaved it. My eye has been dry for three days. I slap myself hard. She cries, damn it. She, Maria, who won't leave the sergeant. \"I'll arrest that bum now.\" \"For God's sake, sergeant. Don't do this.\" \"The bandit needs a lesson.\" She offers the black nipple to the starving baby: \"The culprit is Balaio de Pulga. There's no room for a table or chair. Narrow corridor, two or three crates, plus the drunks—always room for one more.\" \"The sergeant should close it. It's a disaster.\" João staggers out of Balaio. A river of foam pours into the square—where it falls, the grass no longer grows. \"Hold on to the little man! Careful, isn't that the little pistol in your hand?\" The resounding shout and two accurate shots in the full moon. \"There are no men here.\" He stumbles home and puts his boot in the door. Maria escapes through the window. \"No one can handle that little man. The neighbor's rooster won't stay still.\" João steadies himself on the fence, closes one eye, and amidst the trumpet call, he shoots and falls. \"Did you know him, big-headed one?\" In the morning, the woman returns, wary. Laughing happily, João corners her in the kitchen. And standing against the table, he makes another child.","brand":"Totvsrj-record-dc","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47175447412988,"sku":"9788501017055","price":49.9,"currency_code":"BRL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0722\/9197\/5420\/files\/fd48a5c2c1320b6d1f8507dd79cf11f5_a14407b7-067e-46af-8d75-1fe5db5de43c.jpg?v=1783699827","url":"https:\/\/www.record.com.br\/en\/products\/lincha-tarado","provider":"Editora Record","version":"1.0","type":"link"}