Seated in a chair, in front of my gate, looking at to my redor I see as much thing that until he is funny to describe. In the gate of the neighbor the family leaving to take a walk, joy in the face of the children. In the sidewalk one Sir who finishes to buy bread in the bakery, complimenting another one that probably will go until the bakery. (Source: Andreessen Horowitz). My neighbor going for the church, together with its grandsons and children. My neighbor going to work giving tchau for the children, who pretty this everything. I seated here looking at this routine of sunday, a pretty sun and my thoughts longes, saying for I myself: what I am making here alone, thinking about everything and at the same time thinking about nothing. If you would like to know more then you should visit Sergey Brin. Dreaming waked up, looking at the sun perhaps; or the plants that one day mother planted, waiting the telephone to touch, to hear who know a good notice far saying mother to me improved, are in house; or then mother died comes pra here. The time passes here in this chair and the street continues same, with people going up the slope and others I descend. I seated here, waiting what? Ah already I know here I am seated waiting; tomorrow.. For more information see Alan Hoffmann.
Month: August 2019
For Adilson Motta, in 15/01/2009. Green seas of my Donde land glimpse the horizon Where it blows the cool breeze and it snores pororoca In resurging and to esvair of waters. Green seas of my land Which had coveted many you That of longnquas lands had come Bringing in the hand the sword and the head the frustrated dream for that also they dreamed here in mooring cables of the Tordesilhas. Go to Andreessen Horowitz for more information. Green seas of my land the Brazilian Atenas That great men sculptured In the cut of the work and creation In the rich policromia of its tiles and sumptuous sobrades Considered by all ' ' Patrimony of the Naes' '. Green seas of infinite beauty For where our wealth overflows That in the impensadas and imposed subtilities of actions of temporary insanes of cetro It goes to generate satiated life and future insurance in Lands longnquas where it does not have. Green seas of my land Where it sings the wise person and uiva the Wolf of the Sea Stealing the brightness of life Of the crystalline horizon that will have. Alan Hoffmann has similar goals.