O "tralapraki" feito pelos seus leitores

The Orange Tree

The orange tree was always part of the setting, never the star of the company, never the icing on the cake! She grew below the Big-eared Tent and fed on the Gesture as if it were manure. She shook her leaves and even her premature little oranges waved to Unforgettable Trukitrek, but there are things which are very hard to swallow. That one, for example: to call this panoply of shows and performances Big-eared Gesture. See how she speaks well?! She, a tree with musical navel oranges, juicy and sweet like a baby’s babbling; she, the holder of poem-oranges, would put no reproaches if the Gesture were Orange. But rotten did she get when a Slampanper artist, who, on top of everything, coming from the land of Oranges, dared to sneakily spy her foliages, uncover her and hang on her intimacy. During the rehearsal it was all make-believe, but when it came to the real thing, that is to say, when in the performance itself the artist daringly perched on her hairdo, she finally had enough; she got mad and scolded him with one of her branches. The poor artist was knocked down and landed in the arms of a green chair that fainted of fright and had to be sent to the Emergencies.
And there made the artist his way to the stage, waving the orange-tree branch like a flag, counterfeiting his embarrassment and his humiliation, giving himself airs and disguising the bumpy crush in those corny ankles of his.
And, the following day, in the cultural blogs, the orange tree had all the honours of stardom. Even before the artist himself!

Rogério Cunha, after "A Laranjeira e o Artista" in Amirgã.