{"id":206,"date":"2025-09-02T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-09-02T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/?p=206"},"modified":"2026-03-03T00:42:28","modified_gmt":"2026-03-03T00:42:28","slug":"memorias-postumas-de-bras-capitulo-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/memorias-postumas-de-bras-capitulo-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Mem\u00f3rias P\u00f3stumas de Bras \u2013 Cap\u00edtulo\u00a011"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Cap\u00edtulo&nbsp;11&nbsp;\u2014&nbsp;Verdade&nbsp;Caduca<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>Num dos cantos mais sombrios da minha pr\u00e9-morte, caminhei por ruas que n\u00e3o constavam nos mapas, mas que todos, em vida, conhecem bem. Eram vielas de um pa\u00eds que se acostumou ao desvio como se fosse destino. Ali, n\u00e3o havia placas. As leis, quando escritas, estavam pichadas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Naquela&nbsp;paisagem&nbsp;de&nbsp;concreto&nbsp;rachado&nbsp;e&nbsp;ju\u00edzo&nbsp;esfarelado,&nbsp;ouvi&nbsp;um&nbsp;barulho&nbsp;estranho:&nbsp;era&nbsp;uma&nbsp;multid\u00e3o rindo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Aproximei-me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Riam&nbsp;de&nbsp;um&nbsp;homem&nbsp;que&nbsp;havia&nbsp;devolvido&nbsp;uma&nbsp;carteira&nbsp;perdida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Ot\u00e1rio!\u00a0\u2014\u00a0gritavam.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Vai\u00a0ver\u00a0que\u00a0\u00e9\u00a0golpe!\u00a0\u2014\u00a0diziam.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Deve\u00a0t\u00e1\u00a0querendo\u00a0aparecer!\u00a0\u2014\u00a0acusavam.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Ali,&nbsp;o&nbsp;certo&nbsp;era&nbsp;c\u00f4mico.&nbsp;O&nbsp;honesto,&nbsp;suspeito.&nbsp;O&nbsp;justo,&nbsp;inconveniente.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A&nbsp;verdade?&nbsp;Essa&nbsp;era&nbsp;uma&nbsp;senhora&nbsp;velha,&nbsp;de&nbsp;bengala,&nbsp;trope\u00e7ando&nbsp;nas&nbsp;cal\u00e7adas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Aqui,\u00a0meu\u00a0\ufb01lho.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-208\" srcset=\"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2.png 1024w, https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2-300x225.png 300w, https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/03\/image-2-768x576.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>disse&nbsp;uma&nbsp;mulher&nbsp;que&nbsp;vendia&nbsp;biscoitos&nbsp;e&nbsp;desculpas,&nbsp;a&nbsp;verdade&nbsp;\u00e9&nbsp;sempre&nbsp;meia.&nbsp;Meia&nbsp;certa,&nbsp;meia \u00fatil, meia inventada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Continuei&nbsp;a&nbsp;andar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Vi ju\u00edzes negociando senten\u00e7as com cart\u00f5es de visita. Vi pol\u00edticos chamando esc\u00e2ndalos de \u201cnarrativas\u201d.Vi&nbsp;multid\u00f5es&nbsp;dizendo&nbsp;\u201ccada&nbsp;um&nbsp;com&nbsp;sua&nbsp;verdade\u201d,&nbsp;como&nbsp;quem&nbsp;diz&nbsp;\u201ccada&nbsp;um&nbsp;com sua mentira preferida\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>E&nbsp;ent\u00e3o&nbsp;ouvi&nbsp;um&nbsp;c\u00e2ntico.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Estranho. Tr\u00eamulo. Como se um coro desa\ufb01nado puxasse a sanidade pelos cabelos. Eram eles: Sor\u00f4co, sua m\u00e3e, sua \ufb01lha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Caminhavam&nbsp;pelas&nbsp;ruas,&nbsp;rumo&nbsp;ao&nbsp;manic\u00f4mio.&nbsp;A&nbsp;m\u00e3e&nbsp;com&nbsp;olhos&nbsp;perdidos.&nbsp;A&nbsp;\ufb01lha&nbsp;sem&nbsp;palavras.&nbsp;Sor\u00f4co,o&nbsp;\u00fanico&nbsp;que&nbsp;tentava&nbsp;manter&nbsp;a&nbsp;dignidade&nbsp;enquanto&nbsp;o&nbsp;mundo&nbsp;o&nbsp;despia&nbsp;de&nbsp;sentido.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>E&nbsp;atr\u00e1s&nbsp;dele\u2026&nbsp;a&nbsp;cidade&nbsp;toda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Est\u00e3o\u00a0levando\u00a0a\u00a0loucura\u00a0embora\u00a0\u2014\u00a0disse\u00a0algu\u00e9m.<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>E\u00a0por\u00a0que\u00a0seguimos?<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Porque\u00a0ela\u00a0j\u00e1\u00a0era\u00a0nossa.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>No&nbsp;conto,&nbsp;a&nbsp;cidade&nbsp;inteira&nbsp;canta&nbsp;junto,&nbsp;como&nbsp;se&nbsp;por&nbsp;\ufb01m&nbsp;compreendesse&nbsp;o&nbsp;absurdo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mas&nbsp;aqui,&nbsp;n\u00e3o&nbsp;compreendiam.&nbsp;Cantavam,&nbsp;zombavam,&nbsp;batiam&nbsp;palmas.&nbsp;A&nbsp;insanidade&nbsp;j\u00e1&nbsp;era h\u00e1bito, e h\u00e1bito, como se sabe, n\u00e3o se contesta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Na&nbsp;cal\u00e7ada,&nbsp;um&nbsp;menino&nbsp;com&nbsp;olhos&nbsp;fundos&nbsp;me&nbsp;perguntou:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Brasil\u2026\u00a0voc\u00ea\u00a0j\u00e1\u00a0foi\u00a0l\u00facido?<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>Talvez\u00a0\u2014\u00a0respondi.\u00a0Ou\u00a0talvez\u00a0eu\u00a0s\u00f3\u00a0tenha\u00a0\ufb01ngido\u00a0bem.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Ele&nbsp;sorriu&nbsp;com&nbsp;um&nbsp;dente&nbsp;a&nbsp;menos&nbsp;e&nbsp;correu&nbsp;para&nbsp;vender&nbsp;balas&nbsp;no&nbsp;sinal&nbsp;vermelho. Ao longe, algu\u00e9m gritava:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\">\n<li>Verdade\u00a0\u00e9\u00a0quest\u00e3o\u00a0de\u00a0ponto\u00a0de\u00a0vista! E outro completava:<\/li>\n\n\n\n<li>E\u00a0crime?\u00a0Depende\u00a0do\u00a0contexto!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>Nessa&nbsp;terra,&nbsp;os&nbsp;c\u00f3digos&nbsp;penais&nbsp;viraram&nbsp;novelas.&nbsp;As&nbsp;algemas,&nbsp;adere\u00e7os.&nbsp;E&nbsp;a&nbsp;justi\u00e7a\u2026&nbsp;bem,&nbsp;a&nbsp;justi\u00e7a ainda se apresentava com vendas nos olhos, mas agora usava fones de ouvido tamb\u00e9m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>E&nbsp;enquanto&nbsp;todos&nbsp;marchavam&nbsp;alegremente&nbsp;para&nbsp;o&nbsp;hosp\u00edcio,&nbsp;como&nbsp;no&nbsp;conto&nbsp;do&nbsp;Rosa,&nbsp;eu&nbsp;me&nbsp;perguntava:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cE&nbsp;se&nbsp;a&nbsp;loucura&nbsp;for&nbsp;apenas&nbsp;a&nbsp;lucidez&nbsp;que&nbsp;cansou&nbsp;de&nbsp;esperar?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cap\u00edtulo&nbsp;11&nbsp;\u2014&nbsp;Verdade&nbsp;Caduca Num dos cantos mais sombrios da minha pr\u00e9-morte, caminhei por ruas que n\u00e3o constavam nos mapas, mas que todos, em vida, conhecem bem. Eram vielas de um pa\u00eds que se acostumou ao desvio como se fosse destino. Ali, n\u00e3o havia placas. As leis, quando escritas, estavam pichadas. Naquela&nbsp;paisagem&nbsp;de&nbsp;concreto&nbsp;rachado&nbsp;e&nbsp;ju\u00edzo&nbsp;esfarelado,&nbsp;ouvi&nbsp;um&nbsp;barulho&nbsp;estranho:&nbsp;era&nbsp;uma&nbsp;multid\u00e3o rindo. Aproximei-me. Riam&nbsp;de&nbsp;um&nbsp;homem&nbsp;que&nbsp;havia&nbsp;devolvido&nbsp;uma&nbsp;carteira&nbsp;perdida. Ali,&nbsp;o&nbsp;certo&nbsp;era&nbsp;c\u00f4mico.&nbsp;O&nbsp;honesto,&nbsp;suspeito.&nbsp;O&nbsp;justo,&nbsp;inconveniente. A&nbsp;verdade?&nbsp;Essa&nbsp;era&nbsp;uma&nbsp;senhora&nbsp;velha,&nbsp;de&nbsp;bengala,&nbsp;trope\u00e7ando&nbsp;nas&nbsp;cal\u00e7adas. disse&nbsp;uma&nbsp;mulher&nbsp;que&nbsp;vendia&nbsp;biscoitos&nbsp;e&nbsp;desculpas,&nbsp;a&nbsp;verdade&nbsp;\u00e9&nbsp;sempre&nbsp;meia.&nbsp;Meia&nbsp;certa,&nbsp;meia [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":207,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":209,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions\/209"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mblmg.org\/escribas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}