Late at night by Márcio Barker
A wanderer walking through the ruins of a city devastated by battle sees wretched human spirits on the street.
Among them were men, women and even children who collected the debris caused by the bombs. There hands were harmed by this hard and difficult work.
These people cleaned the streets and sidewalks. And to the surprise of the wanderer, the work happened in the middle of the night.
Frightened by the hardness of this arduous task, and with the advanced hour he approaches one of the workers and asks:
“Are you working that late yet?
And he listens to the answer:
“It’s not me who works, it’s the fatherland!
No! He wasn’t the one who was there picking up the trash. It wasn’t him or the others who were there. It was not him or the others who did this terrible work of reconstruction. But the homeland itself!
Me, I’m not. Well, I’m the homeland!
Neither is he, because he’s the fatherland!
Not you, it’s you. You too are the fatherland!
We’re not, me, you, them, him. Well, I, you, him, we’re all homeland!
Every one of us is homeland! And each one of us is part of this colorful kaleidoscope, of diverse and surprising shapes, this is home!
We are small pieces, no matter how small, we are responsible for the functioning of the Fatherland. When we need the fatherland, it needs each of us much more!
And the fatherland needs us, in education, in hospitals, in factories, on the stages of theatres, in the riding schools of circuses, at the crossroads of tracks.
Yes, because we are the fatherland that teaches, heals, has fun, learns, corrects and builds.
Every miserable brick that is placed in a building is also the home at work. Each hand that is offered to a child in the first steps is the home that helps itself and keeps an eye on its own future.
To think of the fatherland does not mean to beat the proud breast. It is not a matter of waving the flag with anger in an international sports dispute. Nor is it a question of belittling the homeland of others.
To think of the nation means to have it present, also in the unconscious, good in the depths of the soul. It’s about admiring her as she is… as we are. It is to have it present in thought, in every day, in your life, in my life, in our life. To think of your homeland means to be your own home, every day, of your life, of my life, of our life… of our existence. For each one of us is the soul of the fatherland.
We’re home, a body. No one about no one. Where there is not the least and the greatest, the colorful and the discoloured, because as home we are all equal and unanimous!
The Nation consists of the sum of each of us!
This is Homeland.