CAIS - Revista Março 2022
Banda desenhada para Revista Cais do mês de Março 2022
Argumento de Pedro Moura e desenhos de Patrícia Guimarães, recupera dois antigos contos/fábulas, mais ou menos passíveis de serem lidas como sendo de hoje.
The March "Cais" piece was drawn by Patrícia Guimarães. Based on two Aesop fables, they might as well be written for today. (translation below)
«Vote of confidence»
Woodsman: I just need a little stick. Not too short, not too long. Just something I can wrap my fingers around, and straight. That's not too much... that is all.
Woods: What are you saying, man? We gave you everything, and you ask for more, until there's nothing else to give.
Woodsman: I have worked years for the smith, and now I have asked him for a little piece. Not more than that. With this stick, I will repay him, and I will have a new life.
Woods: A stick, and nothing more. Of our fruit, you eat. On our shadow, you sleep. Become free, then, with such little wood.
Woodsman: I thank you, o voices of the woods. Your kindness and might and beauty shall never be forgotten.
A few months later...
Ax: You see? I am one of you. I was born in these woods, even if raised elsewhere. Let me enter, and together, we shall become more!
Woods: Enter. Come and join us and lead us.
Woodsman: Let's get to work!
Argumento de Pedro Moura e desenhos de Patrícia Guimarães, recupera dois antigos contos/fábulas, mais ou menos passíveis de serem lidas como sendo de hoje.
The March "Cais" piece was drawn by Patrícia Guimarães. Based on two Aesop fables, they might as well be written for today. (translation below)
«Vote of confidence»
Woodsman: I just need a little stick. Not too short, not too long. Just something I can wrap my fingers around, and straight. That's not too much... that is all.
Woods: What are you saying, man? We gave you everything, and you ask for more, until there's nothing else to give.
Woodsman: I have worked years for the smith, and now I have asked him for a little piece. Not more than that. With this stick, I will repay him, and I will have a new life.
Woods: A stick, and nothing more. Of our fruit, you eat. On our shadow, you sleep. Become free, then, with such little wood.
Woodsman: I thank you, o voices of the woods. Your kindness and might and beauty shall never be forgotten.
A few months later...
Ax: You see? I am one of you. I was born in these woods, even if raised elsewhere. Let me enter, and together, we shall become more!
Woods: Enter. Come and join us and lead us.
Woodsman: Let's get to work!