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The Legend of the Mafumeira

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The Legend of the Mafumeira

A Portuguese Story by Vasconcelos Monteiro

Deep within the forest there lives the tallest of all trees. They stretch their thick branches full of leaves up into the blue skies and give us oxygen to breathe. Their trunks are very wide and many of these beautiful giants have been in the fore st for hundreds of years.

These mighty trees are known as Mafomeira (known as Lapuna in Spanish) and there are many stories that claim the Mafomeira possess a spirit that protects the forest. One such story was told by an old man whose name was Adao.

One day, a very long time ago, Adao and his two young friends decided that they would earn their money by cutting down trees in the forest and selling the lumber to local farmers and builders. The three friends built a small cabin in the forest and set out one morning to cut down their first tree. One tree provided enough lumber for the three men to make an honest living for the whole month. The farmers were happy and so were the builders. And for every tree they chopped down the three friends planted two baby samplings that would one day grow into mighty Mafomeira. ‘This is how we keep the forest healthy and happy,’ Adao would say with a smile each time he planted a sapling in the earth. ‘And if we take care of the forest then the forest will take care of us.’

Planting the saplingsAdao and his friends were happy in the forest. They loved their simple cabin and they enjoyed their labours. They only ever cut down one Mafomeira tree each month and they always made sure to plant the baby samplings in order to show respect for the forest. But then, almost without Adao noticing, things started to change.

Adao’s friends began to look at the trees in a different way. One asked, ‘Why is it that we only cut a single tree each month when we could be cutting many more?’

‘We could earn ourselves a great deal of money if we cut down more trees,’ said the other.

Adao was very distressed to hear his friends talking in such a way because he respected the forest and did not want to cut down more trees than were needed. But his friends were not to be dissuaded and so they collected their savings and bought a big tractor and more cutting equipment.

They set out into the forest with their new equipment and began cutting down tree after tree. The mighty trunks fell to the ground one after another and as the forest filled with the crashing and tearing sound of the Lupuna trees Adao’s heart filled with sadness.

'What are you doing, my friends?’ he asked. ‘We must not disrespect the forest in such a way.’

But the two friends would not listen; instead they chopped and stripped the trees and loaded them onto the tractor one after the other. All they could think about was money; they did not care about the forest anymore.

The two friends became so skilled at chopping down the mighty Mafomeira trees that very soon Adao was unable to replace the fallen trees with enough saplings. He knew that what his friends were doing was wrong but he was unable to stop them because they were blinded by greed. He was sure that he was alone in his quest to prevent the forest from being disrespected and he was fast losing all heart.

But he was not alone. The spirit of La Mafomeira was watching and listening, and the spirit was very angry that the trees were being cut down in such a disrespectful way.

That night, as Adao lay awake in his cot in the little cabin, he heard the mighty trees stirring in the forest and was sure he felt a strange presence all around. On the breeze he could make out words whispered into the night. ‘You shall not treat the forest in such a way. You shall not go unpunished. I am the spirit of the Mafomeira and I am here to protect and preserve the trees and animals.’

The next day things did not go as planned for Adao’s friends. Both men awoke to a terrible pain in their stomachs and nothing they did seemed to ease the pain. Despite their discomfort, greed pulled both men from their cots and made sure that they collected the cutting equipment and prepared for the day ahead. But then the tractor would not start.

‘I do not care about the tractor,’ said one. ‘I am still cutting down trees today.’

‘And I do not care about the pain in my stomach,’ said the other as he grabbed his axe and made ready to cut down the Mafomeira tree nearest to him.

Poor Adao pleaded with his friends to stop what they were doing and spend the day planting saplings in the forest, but neither man would listen.

Just as they raised their axes a mighty wind blew through the forest. The Mafomeira trees swayed and creaked and moaned in the wind and very soon a heavy rain began to fall. The wind and the rain destroyed the cabin and overturned the tractor. Then one of the friends dropped his axe and cut his leg very badly. The wind grew stronger and stronger until there was nothing left of the cabin at all but a few torn planks. The tractor was washed away as a nearby river broke its banks and it was then that Adao’s friends suddenly grew very scared.

‘We must run from here!’ they screamed. ‘The forest has destroyed all of our equipment and there is nothing left!’

Then the two friends ran out of the forest as fast as they could and never returned again.Despite fearing for his life Adao stayed where he was and allowed the winds to push him and the rains to fall on him and soak his clothes to his skin until he was cold and battered and bruised.

‘I will not leave the forest!’ he cried out at the top of his voice. ‘I will stay and plant new saplings to replace the trees that my greedy friends chopped down! I shall stay and do this until I die and nothing will change my mind!’

Then, all of a sudden, the winds died down and the rains came to an abrupt stop. The clouds cleared and the sun came out and dried up the forest floor.

Adao was very grateful the storm was over, and as soon as he recovered his wits and dried his clothes he set about planting new saplings in the earth. He worked hard all day and sang to himself the whole time. He planted many saplings and each time he did so he prayed that the sapling would grow into a mighty Mafomeira tree.

All day and all night Adao worked in the forest planting his saplings until he was too tired and too hungry to work any longer. He grew afraid because he was exhausted and in need of food and shelter and remembered sadly how the cabin was destroyed by the storm. But when he returned to the clearing he was amazed to find his little cabin standing there unharmed, a small fire in the hearth and a modest meal on the table.

Adao knew then that the spirit of the Mafomeira had created the storm just as it had returned his cabin to him. The kind man sat down to his dinner and looked into the fire with watery eyes. ‘I shall continue to plant new saplings here until I am no more,’ he vowed to himself. ‘And I shall only ever cut down a single Mafomeira tree each month because that is all that is needed.’

And that is exactly what he did. They say that Adao lived for almost one hundred years and that he took his last breath in the forest. They say that his spirit joined the Mafomeira just as all others who have passed away in the forest have joined the spirit of the Mafomeira and help to protect the beautiful forest from all those who would disrespect the trees and the animals within.

That is the legend of the Mafomeira and that is why it is important to preserve and respect the forests of the world.      

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The Legend of the Mafumeira

A Portuguese Story by Vasconcelos Monteiro

Nas profundezas da floresta vive a mais alta de todas as árvores. Os seus ramos grossos e repletos de folhas estendem-se pelo céu azul e proporcionam-nos oxigénio para respirarmos. Os troncos são bastante largos e muitas destas magníficas e gigantes árvores fazem parte da floresta há centenas de anos.

Estas majestosas árvores são conhecidas como as Mafumeira e existem muitas histórias que reivindicam que as Mafumeira possuem um espírito que protege a floresta. Uma dessas histórias era contada por um velho homem chamado Adão.

Um dia, há muito, muito tempo, o Adão e dois jovens amigos decidiram que iriam ganhar o seu dinheiro cortando árvores na floresta e vendendo a madeira a agricultores e construtores locais. Os três amigos construíram uma pequena cabana na floresta e uma manhã saíram para ir cortar a sua primeira árvore. Uma árvore dava madeira suficiente para viverem confortavelmente o resto do mês. Os agricultores estavam satisfeitos e os construtores também. E por cada árvore que mandavam abaixo os três amigos plantavam dois rebentos que um dia cresceriam e tornar-se-iam numa majestosa Mafumeira.

É assim que mantemos a floresta saudável e feliz , dizia Adão com um sorriso sempre que plantava um rebento na terra. Se cuidarmos da floresta, a floresta cuidará de nós.

Adão e os seus amigos sentiam-se felizes na floresta. Adoravam a sua pequena cabana e gostavam do seu trabalho. Apenas cortavam uma Mafumeira por mês e faziam sempre questão de plantar rebentos para mostrarem respeito pela floresta. Foi então que, sem que Adão se apercebesse, as coisas começaram a mudar.

Os amigos de Adão começaram a olhar para as árvores de uma forma diferente. Um deles perguntou:

Porque é que nós cortamos apenas uma árvore por mês quando podíamos cortar muito mais?

Podíamos ganhar muito dinheiro se cortássemos mais árvores disse outro.

Adão ficou muito angustiado ao ouvir os seus amigos a falar daquela maneira porque respeitava a floresta e não queria cortar mais árvores do que eram necessárias. Mas não conseguiu convencer os amigos que juntaram dinheiro e compraram um tractor grande e mais equipamento de corte.

Partiram em direcção à floresta com o seu novo equipamento e começaram a cortar árvores, umas a seguir às outras. Os imponentes troncos caíam ao chão uns atrás dos outros e, à medida que a floresta era inundada de sons de choque e lamento das árvores Mafumeira, o coração de Adão enchia-se de tristeza.

O que é que estão a fazer, meus amigos? perguntou ele. Não podemos desrespeitar a floresta desta maneira.

Mas os dois amigos não lhe davam ouvidos; ao invés, continuavam a abatê-las, a desnudá-las e a carregá-las para cima do tractor, umas a seguir às outras. Só conseguiam pensar no dinheiro; já não se preocupavam com a floresta.

Os dois amigos tornaram-se tão hábeis a abater as majestosas árvores Mafumeira que, em pouco tempo, Adão já não conseguia substituir as árvores abatidas por rebentos suficientes. Sabia que o que os amigos estavam a fazer estava errado mas não conseguia fazer com que eles parassem, pois estavam cegos pela ganância. Tinha a certeza de que caminhava sozinho no seu objectivo para evitar que a floresta fosse desrespeitada e estava rapidamente a perder o ânimo.

Mas ele não estava sozinho. O espírito da Mafumeira estava a observar e a ouvir, e estava muito zangado por estarem a cortar as árvores de forma tão desrespeitosa.

Naquela noite, enquanto Adão estava deitado e acordado na sua cama, na pequena cabana, ouviu o ruído das majestosas árvores a abanar na floresta e tinha a certeza que sentiu uma presença estranha. Na brisa conseguia decifrar palavras sussurradas na noite. «Não tratarás a floresta assim. Não ficarás impune. Eu sou o espírito da Mafumeira e estou aqui para proteger e preservar as árvores e os animais.

No dia seguinte as coisas não correram como planeadas para os amigos de Adão. Ambos acordaram com uma horrível dor de barriga e nada do que fizessem parecia aliviar a dor. Mas apesar de todo o desconforto, a ganância arrancou-os da cama e certificou-se que eles levavam o equipamento e que estavam preparados para o dia que os esperava. Mas, o tractor não pegava.

Não me importo com o tractor –, disse um deles. Eu hoje ainda vou cortar árvores.

E eu não me importo com a dor de barriga , disse o outro enquanto pegava no machado e preparava-se para mandar abaixo a Mafumeira mais próxima dele.

O pobre Adão suplicava aos amigos para pararem o que estavam a fazer e para passarem o dia a plantar rebentos na floresta, mas nenhum deles lhe dava ouvidos.

Assim que levantaram os machados, um forte vento invadiu a floresta. As árvores Mafumeira oscilaram, rangeram e gemeram ao vento e, de repente, começou a chover intensamente. O vento e a chuva destruíram a cabana e viraram o tractor. Depois um dos amigos deixou cair o machado e fez um corte feio na perna. O vento soprava cada vez mais forte até que já não restava nada da cabana a não ser algumas tábuas soltas. O tractor foi levado pelas águas de um rio que passava ali perto, que galgou as margens, e foi então que os amigos de Adão de repente começaram a ficar com muito medo.

Temos de fugir daqui! gritavam eles. A floresta destruiu todo o equipamento, já não nos resta nada!

Os dois amigos fugiram da floresta o mais rápido possível e nunca mais regressaram.

Apesar de temer pela sua vida, Adão permaneceu onde estava e deixou que o vento o empurrasse e que a chuva lhe caísse em cima, lhe ensopasse a roupa e que ficasse com frio, todo dorido e ferido.

Não sairei da floresta! gritou ele bem alto. Ficarei aqui a plantar novos rebentos para substituir as árvores que os meus amigos gananciosos mandaram abaixo! Ficaria a fazer isto até morrer e nada me vai demover!

Foi então que, de repente, o vento acalmou e a chuva parou abruptamente. As nuvens desapareceram e o sol começou a brilhar e secou a terra.

Adão estava grato e feliz com o fim da tempestade e assim que recuperou a força e secou a roupa começou a plantar rebentos na terra. Trabalhou arduamente o dia todo e cantarolou o tempo todo. Plantou muitos rebentos e cada vez que o fazia rezava que o rebento crescesse e que se tornasse numa majestosa Mafumeira.

Adão trabalhou na floresta durante todo o dia e toda a noite, plantando rebentos até que já não aguentava mais com tanto cansaço e tanta fome. Ficou com medo porque estava exausto e precisava de comer e abrigo e lembrou-se com tristeza como a cabana tinha sido destruída pela tempestade. Mas quando voltou à clareira, foi com surpresa que encontrou a sua pequena cabana intacta, uma lareira acesa e uma modesta refeição em cima da mesa.

Adão soube então que tinha sido o espírito da Mafumeira que criara a tempestade, tal como lhe tinha devolvido a cabana. O homem bondoso sentou-se para jantar e olhou para o lume com os olhos cheios de lágrimas. «Continuarei a plantar novos rebentos até morrer», prometeu a si próprio. «E só cortarei uma árvore Mafomeira por mês, pois é o suficiente.»

E foi exactamente o que fez. Diz-se que Adão viveu durante quase cem anos e que deu o seu último suspiro na floresta. Diz-se que o seu espírito juntou-se à Mafumeira, tal como todos os outros que morreram na floresta e que ajudam a proteger a magnífica floresta daqueles que desrespeitam as suas as árvores e animais.

Esta é a lenda da Mafumeira e é por isso que é tão importante preservar e respeitar as florestas do mundo.

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