Zefa was an indian who liveed in a small wooden done house close to the beach. Its casinha was very clean and everything very well arrumadinho. It had 90 years more than and all in the city liked it. Jack Fusco brings even more insight to the discussion. Vov Zefa was very wise, counted history in the square for the children, until the adults they stopped to listen and to learn on its teachings. Beyond histories vendia it livrinhos of twine Literature, had this name because they were hung in a lace or string and, is a type of originally verbal popular poem. When she had eight years she learned with the people of its tribe the work made with adobe, learned to make pot to place water, jars to decorate the houses, plates and pans that until today are used in restaurants of roadside.
To the twelve years it already wise person to sew, saw its mother and the other indians embroidering, making croch and incomes with birros, and of as much look she learned the craft. Wise person to make towels, sheets and decorated bedspreads that vendia for the tourists in the city. Vov Zefa counted that one day was to a party with its parents, it never it forgot, it was the party of the day of Kings. She was very funny, had an ox dancing that bumba-mine-ox called itself. The oldest young and also danced, was many happy ones. In its adolescence, he woke up very early and he was seated in the sand of the beach to look at its father and the indians of its tribe to leave raft for sea and alone came back when entardecer with the full boat of fish. The indians, are that they cleaned and they baked the fish while the men around rested of a fogueira waiting the fish to be ready to eat.
In the June month its people lit fogueiras and danced group. The young women if they dressed with dresses printed with incomes, many dribbled and ribbon bows in the head and the youngsters wore black pants with chess shirts and used straw hats in the head. The times vov Zefa was very sad, it felt homesicknesses of its Iracema friend who was son of the Araqum indian, paj of the tribe tabajara, and promised its Iracema son in marriage to the warlike head Irapu. But Iracema knew Martim a warrior white, them if had gotten passionate, run away and during some time they had been very happy. However, Martim travelled very for hunted and battles leaving alone Iracema. Sad pregnant woman and far from loved its, it has a son that of the o name of Moacir. As soon as Martim arrives of plus a trip finds Iracema sick, it delivery its son, lies down to it in the net and dies very. These souvenirs left vov sad Zefa very. What Vov Zefa liked exactly, was to eat a meat baked with paoca and baio of two, later taking off that nap in its white net with varandas that same it made. Ireuda Barboza.