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International Day

Walking for the streets of the city I had the privilege of being able to contemplate the extremities of the life. A catador of paper person is of its standards. Educate yourself even more with thoughts from John O. Utendahl. It was to walk for the streets being cantarolando songs of love and its stand completely decorated of flowers. In it (stand) it did not have nor ten centimeters blank without flowers all harvested in the garbage of the city and all placed in perfect harmony making a decoration uniform. it one appears well marcante masculine. High, brown man clearly, using cavanhaque, pretty lean however with well dirty vestments in its face was shining the star of the love It intrigued that me. At the accurate moment I felt lack of my photographic machine, therefore it was a well-known situation so that all the women could see.

I went down of the car and I asked for that it came to say a little with me. It inquired: – I? I answered that yes. It came to my meeting smiling I asked it reason to it of the smile, the happiness, the cantorias and the flowers in the stand. It answered with much polidez: – I have in house a love. Loved mine it is best and the more beautiful woman of world for this I am always happy. It is everything that a necessary man to feel itself carried through. I asked for it described who it with printed sincerity in the face it said: it is fofa, black hair chestnuts, eyes, have a meter and sixty and weigh 82 kilos.

But its heart weighs three times more than so great it is. I was married another person for the first time and of this marriage they had come five children. Certain day to the first abandoned me wife with the children and was to live a great love with an owner of boate. I and my children suffer very. The pain of the abandonment it is always cruel. Then I knew domestic Maria working in a house where I was to arrange a garden the principle I noticed that it it had a certain difficulty with the arm. But it donated itself in such a way, as much of itself that today I leave to work I leave and it in house It made pra me what no Maria esbelta would make it created my children as if they were same its lacking a breast never we leave to make love. It took care of was of my heart trimmed my defects with words meigas, watered my soul with waters of its tears adubou my being with attitudes that raise today these flowers are for it, and this stand represents everything that I feel and everything that we are. This stand does not have price.

Municipal Market

some people who that way circulated had stopped to see there what they were happening, and they turn two motionless citizens next to the bus stop. Sileno thought that would find odd they it, but did not happen this, therefore, wise person who its presence would scare which one. in the pass of the magician, instantaneously Dionsio moved of clothes. It used the marks of clothes more expensive than it existed. the people had soon returned what she was making. The people circulated done buzzed in return of the Square of the Market, thus they had had the same impression Dionsio and Sileno.

a group of nipples also went circulating that way, probably would sleep twirled in that night. of the other side behind the Municipal Market heard last hits of the moment, touched in sound-automotivo, another fashion of the moment. for the great amount of people whom that way King Momo circulated probably was for there and already it had received the key from the city of the hands of the mayor. That strange place, Sileno which we arrive. Dionsio said, looking at for the old building of the Municipal Market.

I wait that he is valid we have come to here. It goes, yes. Here he is Senator There Rocque? hic? they are not worried about another thing, not to be in having fun itself. Sileno said ironically. sound-automotivo is the wave of the moment. Sound what it is this? They have a species of machine with four wheels equipped with powerful sound, them give to some names for these strangers geringonas. It is a true hell for who does not like racket. I know. looking at for all the directions, not yet vi no bar, so that let us can we drink. where is the bars, of that as much spoke to me, Sileno? Spread for all the city. But it has a great concentration al

Farm Contractors

It was contracting people to work in a farm. One was about a new farm that was starting. He needed much people to work in the diverse activities.

They needed roceiro, cook, derrubadores of trees, etc. the proposal of a new job was good for Manuel. The father enters in the colloquy. You there a good thing pro Manuel. Back in the weeds it had not drunk. Of two one: or accepted it the service and leaves to drink or is in the city with a small job and drinking very. Manuel thinks very.

The heart does not want to leave it to go, but the proposal was not of if to play outside and it could exactly leave the vice. Accepted the proposal. At the half day the truck arrived. He was lotadinho of people. Each laborer uglier than the other. Manuel would be the cook. Pra this it was good. It made a good food and it liked to cook. The hard one back in the weeds was the woman lack. Manuel would go to be in the hinterland for six months, until the roada one to finish. Who knows would be more time. They would go to need people to plant the grass, to take care of of the pigs and hens and the oxen, etc. The car weighed anchor. They had left the city, they had caught the field, finished asphalt. They had caught a esburacada and very poeirenta soil road. They had walked the remaining portion of the day and the night without stopping. Of dawn they had stopped well in a farm. They had taken coffee and they made a snack. They had taken bath in one corregozinho and they had left of new.