If you to come to ask yourself for where I walked In the time where you you dreamed Of open eyes you will say Friend to it I you despaired, of music the Dry Palo, Belchior. I ask what you made in the night of 25 of April of 1984? The question can until remembering jarges of those tinned police films presented in the dawns or some novel interrogation. But in contrast of suspected of films or the novels that know that the question can be trap to become evident the suspicion in crime, I know accurately where I was and what he made on this day. The scene is the center of Campinas, more necessarily Wide Rosary, palco of popular manifestations, is they cultural politics, esportivas or. I and thousand of people (my group age of students of 3. year of Journalism of the Puccamp) we folloied vote the vote the transaction of the emendation of the Direct ones Already, of the Dante member of the house of representatives de Oliveira, that one that after 20 years of Military dictatorship could symbolize the redemocratizao of> Already.
The night had started tense, with apago of two hours in parts of the regions South and Southeastern of the Country. In Brasilia, troops of the Army had occupied part of the Esplanade of the Ministries and if they had located in front of the National Congress. To the eves of the voting, the Federal District and some goianas cities had been submitted to the Measures of Emergency of Plateaus, presided over for general Joo Figueiredo Baptist. the fatal blow against the emendation of the Direct ones Already came with the maneuver of politicians allies to the regimen, 112 members of the house of representatives had not appeared to the plenary assembly of the Chamber in the day of the voting, making that the emendation was rejected by not reaching minimum number of votes for the approval. I age one between> p and t of Native land in the acronym, I cried as well as millions of true Brazilians who cried in all Country. The direct elections for president alone would come more five years after, in 1989. They had been 26 years since that night of 25 of April of 84 and our fight (of millions of anonymous Brazilians) was not in goes, if we did not make the hour that moment; we walk, we sing (we cry), we follow the song, we learn, we teach the new song not to die for the native land, but decent to live with reason. Edson Silva, 48 years, journalist of the Assessorship of the Press of the City hall of Sumar. Email: edsonsilvajornalista@ yahoo.com.