"Business prospered under that dead law. But the day Mamboretá discovered that Pinheiro was taking his power, dealing behind his back, he wanted to swallow him up like an old god swallows his son, and the war had no truce, because Pinheiro had more power than had been suspected. Through suns and moons, the insects of the plague crossed the air over the hill. They freed the metal roar of their gunfire; their bullets fertilized the night; they razed the ground unconquered and they plunged into the people’s soft flesh without sin. Many fell. Others rose. They called truces. They betrayed them. The war dragged out until it turned into months and days."

From the story Tattooed, by Carlos Yushimito. Translated by Janet Hendrickson.


See also:
[Álvaro Bisama] [Luciano Lamberti] [Giovanna Rivero]