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    He took the cell phone and looked at Twitter. He was distracted, following the application when he heard Mila excusing herself:
    — Hi, that was bad, it’s because I was gonna leave Luffy with Larissa, but she took long to answer the door, that sleepyhead.
    — That’s OK, I’ll go back home to take the tree and the other things.
    And, by saying so, he left Mila at the stand and returned twenty-five minutes later, with Keita. He brought the tree and she brought a coffee bottle and Styrofoam cups.
    — Need a coffee there?
    — You don’t know how much! I had a college work this weekend and had to do it all last night.
    Matsuo placed the three trees side by side. The dry and retorted branches, without leaves, were ready to receive the tsurus . He brought a paper card box full of colorful paper birds, put the box on a table beside and then he began to fix the origamis on the dry branches. Mila and Keika joined him and soon the tree was fully decorated with dozens and dozens of kind tsurus .
    After finishing mounting the trees, which was the hardest work, Matsuo brought the main origamis of the exhibit; the ones that deserve to remain protected by glasses. This year, these would include his violinist, the Mila’s nazgûls, the Keika’s dragon and the dark knight by his father, a master in that art.
    Keika hugged Matsuo, when he finally finished. Now it was only waiting for the visitors to come. They looked around and the stands were already crowded, being prepared for later, when the food odor will fill the air and the sound that will leave the speakers will traditional music and j-rock.

    The Saturday morning was nice, which meant a promise of a hot day. The van parked next, Mr. Kenji went down and, after opening the rear doors of the van, he began to unload the things that would be used in the stand of Kakushin Origami .
    — Good morning, Mr. Kenji, I brought a bottle of coffee. Would you like a cup? — Mila offered as she approached.
    — Good morning, Mila — he answered, with a smile — Yes, coffee is very good in the morning.
    She served the steaming coffee and they drank it, observing the people that passed around in hurry heading to their works. Then, there was a heavy silence. Mila didn’t know exactly what to say, she feared to ask something and be indiscreet.
    Finally, Mr. Kenji breaks the silence:
    — I will bring the tree and the origamis, in the meanwhile you could mount the tables — and by saying so, he left, after finishing his coffee.
    Mila mounted the tables and the chairs and sat, unable to forget the things she did in this first day of matsuri, one year ago. She came late and found Matsue waiting for her.
    Mila’s thoughts followed with Keika’s, when Lúcio arrived. Lúcio was the youngest member of the Japanese-Brazilian association. It was his first festival and he was very excited. He arrived bringing with him Master Yoda, a large origami Mr. Kenji taught him to make. They talked until Mr. Kenji’s van parked again, beside the stand.
    Keika approached slowly and greeted Mila and Lúcio. Then she turned to the marked square and said she was going to smoke. She turned to the avenue, observing the traffic and smoking. She lit one cigarette on the other and decided to cross the avenue and go the city orchid-house. She examined some specimens and the one that drew her attention the most was an orchid that looked like a butterfly, the legend showed its name: Psychopsis papilio .
    Keika returned to the stand that was already mounted. Matsuo’s father, Mr. Kenji, was drinking a cup of coffee while Mila and Lúcio talked like close friends. They were in the bittersweet phase, that’s for sure. She walked to the tables where the pieces were exposed and contemplated the violinist. She had never before looked so delicate as now. She was as delicate as the orchid that nature had molded with all the softness and wisdom in the rude tropical jungles of Amazon. Life