THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

YEAR 1977, ENDING HIGH SCHOOL, AS WE HAD NO CONDITIONS, AND NO TIME TO MAKE THE SO DREAMED SCHOOL, WE STARTED WORKING EARLY AND HARD, AS A DIARIST, THREE YOUNG GIRLS, WITH THEIR 19 YEARS, TOUGH TISSUES, SMELLING THE MILK.

COUSCOUS BUTT, THE MORENAS, MORE BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY, THE FUNNY GUYS TALKED INSIDE THE BUS, FROM 5:45 AM, THE DRIVER CABO CHICO AGREED TO EVERYTHING.

I CELIA AND MY FRIENDS, TANIA AND MARTA, WE LIVED IN CUBATÃO, A CITY ON THE SLOPES OF SERRA DO MAR, MUNICIPALITY OF BAIXADA SANTISTA, WITH MANY INDUSTRIES, AND FEW TOURIST POINTS, BUT THERE ARE 30 MINUTES BY CAR, YOU CAN GET TO THE BEACHES DE SANTOS, NEIGHBORING MUNICIPALITY.

WE LIKED AND DIDN'T LIKE THESE PRAISE, FROM MEN HUNGRY FOR DAILY DAYS, OR WE HAD THE SMELL OF FOOD, OR THE SMELL OF SEX IN THE BODY, THEY EAT US ALIVE WITH THEIR EYES.

IT SEEMED THAT THERE WERE ONLY THE THREE INSIDE THE BUS, BUT WITHOUT WANT TO BAG, WE WERE REALLY THE HOTEST THREE.

IT WAS A DELIGHT FROM HERE, A YUMMY FROM THERE, UP TO THE MOMENT WHEN I WAS PISSED WITH LIFE, AND PRESSED THE BUTTON, DO FUCK YOURSELF, TAKE IT IN THE ASS.

SILENCE WAS GENERAL ON THE BUS, THE DRIVER CABO CHICO, LEAVE THE RUNWAY SO SMILING, AND SAID, LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE, OR THE NEXT STOP WILL BE AT THE POLICE STATION.

OUR DAY STARTED WITH THAT UNDESIRABLE AND LAZY WALK TO THE POINT, THEN THE BASIC RACE, BEHIND THE BUS, BECAUSE THE DAUGHTER BITCH AND FRIEND, BETWEEN THE DRIVER CABO CHICO.

HE WAS SLEEPING AT THE WHEEL AND PASSED THE POINT, THIS WAS ALMOST ALL DAY, IT SEEMED ON PURPOSE, WHEN WE WALKED DOWN HE APOLOGIZED, GIVING US MINTS, SAID THAT HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE THREE SUCKING, HE WAS A SADICT.

THE BUS ALWAYS FULL, CROWDED, WHEN IT PASSED ON A SPEED MOUNTAIN, IT THROWED EVERYONE ON THE ROOF, EXCEPT THE NOISE OF THE BOARD, WHICH SCARED EVERYONE, THE PEOPLE SCREAMED, RIGHT THE DRIVER'S LOAD.

THE LESS FRIENDLY, DID IT REALLY CHANGE, YOUR MOTHER IS NOT HERE BEHIND IT? HIS ASS, IN ANY WAY IT WAS A LAUGHTER ONLY INSIDE THAT MOBILE SARDINE CAN.

MY FRIENDS AND ME DIVIDED THE BUS INTO THREE PARTIES, SMELLING, FIDIDO AND ROTTEN, THE SMELLERS, TOOK BATHS, PERFUME AND CHANGED THE CLOTHES EVERY DAY TO GO TO WORK.

THE FIDIDES TOOK A BATH, BUT

NOT PERFUMED, AND NOT CHANGED IN THE PREVIOUS DAY'S CLOTHING.

WHEN THE ROTTEN, A GOD HELPS US EVERY DAY THE SAME SMELL, THE SAME CLOTHING, EXCEPT THE FAR THAT GIVEN EVERY TEN MINUTES, SEEMED THAT THEY WERE EATING EGGS AT LUNCH AND THEY SHOULD BE ROTTEN.

WE STAYED ON THE SIDE OF THE SMELLS, WE LIKED TO FEEL THE MEN'S PERFUME, AND WE ARE TRYING TO GUESS THE NAME AND FRAGANCE OF THEIR PERFUME.

THAT SMELLY MEN IN MIGAS, I SPOKE QUIETLY TO TANIA AND MARTA, MY FIRST PROFESSIONAL FRIENDS, WE MEET ON THE BUS, WE BECAME INSEPARABLE FRIENDS.

THE DRIVER CABO CHICO, SURPRISE US BY SEVERAL NAMES, THE THREE NON-TWIN, THE THREE DAILY DAYS, THE THREE NON-SISTERS, THE THREE CONFIDENTS, THE THREE TALKERS, THE THREE YUMMY.

THIS WAS THE ONE WE LIKED TO BE CALLED THE MOST, I USUALLY SAY THAT THE BUS IS THE MEETING POINT OF THE DIARISTS, THEY WANT TO MEET ONE, TAKE A BUS, HAS THE JOYFUL, SAD, TALKERS, SILENT, SAFADINHAS, ALL STORIES OF LIFE.

AND I HAVE SO MANY, THE ONE THAT HE LEFT ME COMMENTING FOR A MONTH WITH THE FRIENDS, TANIA AND MARTA, WAS MY MISSION'S ZENAIDE'S CAT MICHEL.

SHE WAS MORE CARE OF THE CAT