THE TREASURE Simo was an ambitious youngster very and desired to be rich. At the moment it was very poor. It worked very, but it did not like nobody. For it money only interested. It disdained all the people. The mother, a poor person velhinha, lived working to deal with Simo.

It always lived in the way of delinquents and together they practised the biggest nonsenses that if can imagine. One day it came running for house, arranged the luggage and went to leave when its mother intervined. – Simo, where you go thus? – I go even so. I found the map of a fabuloso treasure and go to look it. – Very well-taken care of, son. This can be dangerous. – Dangerous nothing, mother. I go to be rich, rich, very rich.

I only come back toward house if to find the treasure. He is tranquila, mother. – Son, what he is this? He waits at least a little. You, you to leave go me? – Already I left to it, mother. Mrs. not it has nothing to give to me, why to live here in the misery with Mrs. It only serves to complain: it does not make this, well-taken care of son, does not go there. Now necessary to go. – He is not so ungrateful, son. It thinks a little. You prefer a treasure in my place? – I found a coffin of full gold deceased and you it was deceased inside, I would take off the gold and I would leave you there. He spoke hardly and he left. He followed the indicated certain route in the map. In its thought they circled barbarous things. It thought to be rich, to drink very, to be encircled of beautiful women and friends. To tan the life in a good one. After very walking, it arrived at the certain place. It perforateed and acol here, but everything in goes. In the tip of a rock it found an old cross. It pulled out it, he pierced a hole and he found a coffin and which was not its surprise! She was full of gold. It laughed gostosamente. He fulled the two hands with the gold and cried out high: Simo, Simo, you are rich, millionaire. You are rich, have fame and party in abundance, you use to advantage everything, Simo. He caught the bags and he was placing inside of them the gold. Its hands sofregamente worked until topar with a strange object. It was removing the gold carefully, trying to discover that object was. It seemed to be a person. Another great surprise was there: its mother. It was deceased. Simo looked at the corpse of its poor mother. Devagar was kneel in the soil. Thick tears had fallen of its eyes. It cried bitterly, crying out for the mother who shone in way to the gold that lost its value. Simo fell in the soil and there same it died. It does not have bigger treasure that the love of a mother.