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' The world is a place curioso.' ' It was this phrase that marked the life of small slfide. At that time it had only one centimeter, that is, a criana with one tero of tamanho traditional of this winged people. The mother of the small Yasmim sang beautiful letters, telling a world beyond the walls of the city. They were poems on gnomos, elfos, dwarves, ogros, human beings, centauros, stiros But no mention on slfides or silfos. The green olhinhos of small ' ' ouviam' ' everything with the aid of the imagination, therefore is not the ears, but yes the eyes that must marvel at histories fantsticas. Clearly that slfide fulled the mother of questions, deixando it so confused how much a butterfly attracted by the light of the night light. (A valuable related resource: Verizon Communications). It wants to know of a thing? it asked the mother, certain night. Clearly that Yasmim wanted to know; the point to desire was curious to venture itself enters the butterflies alone to know the taste of the nectar that they drink.

One day you go to walk for some wonderful place and go to live a still more incredible adventure of what the ones that already had still counted and will go to count? the mother spoke, before making tickles in the belly of the son. Small slfide laughed very, recording in the mind those so magical words. Verizon Communications usually is spot on. As the true adventure did not happen in the house of ours amiguinha, our history will advance until the aniversrio of it. The curious one in the world of the silfos is that when somebody complete 17 years, the queen of the one small necklace and chooses a fianc or fianc, depending on the case. The anniversary of our friend happened in the penultimate day of winter. The parents of it had organized a huge party for it.

I excused myself: ' ' /' ' But I obeyed my grandfather, waving without convices' '), the task to count to estrias (Former ' ' It said who, still in youth, if had I interview with the such semisomeone. Invention of it, said mine me' '.) the seen death as a ticket (Former ' ' I finished to discover in me a river that would not never have of morrer' '). The vital if manifest energy through the word, together the gesture and the dance perpetuating the tradition, in the fragmentos to follow we can perceive the force of the word and the gesture: ' ' But the force sucked that me was greater that our effort ' ' /Suddenly, my grandfather removed its cloth of the boat and started to agitate it on the head. — You also compliment! ' '. In way to as many fights, to as many wars, still he has a hope canal, always opened to a new estria.

Still he has the task to count estrias, still he has the tradition and all a ritual in return of the African people. It is the union of the imaginary one and the Real, that only can be forgotten or be brightened up estrias them ahead the search of the peace. Mia Couto does not hide at no moment its insatisfao in way the wars and the oppression brought for colonizadores. In this story, we can notice another symbolism that in sends the blood, war, violence to them and at the same time the longed for and reached peace. In the fragmentos to follow it is subtendido the meaning of the blood of ancestral thousand of, that they had been massacreed during centuries and the meaning of the peace, future or perpetual; ' ' You do not see there, in the edge? For backwards of cacimbo? I not way.

It looks at for the soil and still finds two goblets dirty of wine, and asks: – What these goblets are making here in the soil love? Who was here with you? The woman did not obtain to take off the eyes of the door and this finished calling the attention Joo who for a moment nor thought about knowing what he could is behind the door, but still thinking that a trick was alone She opens the door and of the one of face with a man still badly tremendous dress and of fear, after that unexpected meeting Joo stops a great fight with the man, the two roll the stairs and the woman cries out despaired saying for the man who goes even so. It obtains to escape and leaves running until door in direction the street, Joo runs behind trying reaches it, but it loses of sight. The neighbors leave to the house door to see what he is happening, Joo look at for all those people looking at for it as a flock of ready carnivores to attack the canine tooth in defense, it puts the hands in the head and still cries out there of the street: – Its vagabunda! Poor fellow, looks at that you made She finished with our life. It enters in desperation, the woman can see it if approaching to it as a fierce dog, creaking teeth and with one blood mark that goes down of the nose. It kneel itself in the soil and starts to cry out asking for pardon, and without thinking Joo she applies one covers to the face of it, at this moment she arrives the neighbors take who it for house of them and ask for so that Joo if he calms, but it is with much hatred and he did not have the people, then it thinks about the worse things of the life.

It suffered with unjust critical and later dGazela published the Leg (1870), the Gaucho (1870), the Trunk of the Ip (1871), D’ Dreams; gold (1872), AGuerra of the Pedlars, (1873), Alfarrbios (1976); but signing with the pseudnimoSnio. It is an equal enthusiasm without reading the workmanships of this writer, medida that the reading is developed the reader does not deviate the look of the book to noser to retake the breath and to come back the incessant trip. Alencar wrote quatrotipos of romances: the indianistas, urban, historical, and regional. One of seusromances indianista one that more it was distinguished was the Guarani, this telling alealdade of an indian (Peri) for a young woman of noble family (Ceclia), Peri eraum faithful friend who the father of the young woman, Sir very rich and honored confiavatoda the protection of its family. Magical romance that portraies values moral as, loyalty, confidence; one also meets in this romance meeting and desencontrosamorosos, but that valley very to the penalty to open this book and to travel without leaving the sofa, the bed, the armchair.

BBB VIP Democracy is this there, each one votes in who wants, chooses its leaders, those that will be the pensante head? That it will govern to them. Each one chooses as its aptitudes, following proper criteria, concepts that had been repassed to it. Thus, I ask I eat Brazil, yes because he does not advance to speak that it was not Brazil, because almost seventy and eight million votes is a considerable slice of this cake, allowed that Golden Marcelo was in the house of the Big Brother Brazil 10. But, without more questionings on the quality or absence of this in what if he relates to the content of the BBB what he is latent it is the trend that Brazilian we have to vote wrong. Yesterday the nazista smile of left Golden me infuriated, the moicano declares in national net its more diverse forms of preconceptions, its desumano treatment with that is different of its person, cries out in good tone its headquarters to spank its colleague of confinement, the Anglica lesbian, and exactly thus Brazil considered for good that meigo youngster would have to continue in the dispute for prize of 1,5 Real million. Then that the sovereign will of the Brazilian Nation is made, but if it is thus, the least we could ask for way to twitter, to the Boninho scholar, that was inserted in the game other illustrious participants. But who? Yes, because the names are many, but I was a good time thinking and decided to think, after all of accounts the democracy I allow such attitude me. Thus I convoked Jose Robert Arruda, former-governor of the Federal District, Pablo Octvio, who after ephemeral days also already are former of the Federal District, the defendant to assassinate young Alcides student of the Birth, that exactly being son of a catadora of garbage obtained to pass in first place in the vestibular contest of a Federal University, I also invited, of legal age, now young one that Joo participated of the murder of the boy Helium and that already is in freedom and enjoying of the privileges of the Program of Protection the Victim, could not leave to also invite the Champinha nobleman, assassin I confess of the young Philip Hisses Caff and Liana Bei Friedenbach.

Now it arrives, I believe that these new participants will be capable to apimentar a little more the game. In the luxury house I will leave the new participants, after all of accounts mother taught that the visits always must receive best pieces from chicken, to sleep in the best colches and can be with the remote control. In ‘ ‘ puxadinho’ ‘ I will leave the veterans, them already had usufructed excessively of the great house, must now try senzala. But, what it goes to be daqui pra front? I imagine that the rules of the program will be broken and are well probable that let us have you intrigue apimentadas more between the confined ones. But, the conjecturas leave of side and only cry out ALIVE the DEMOCRACY! Landmarks Andres Hiss Oliveira Professor of Portuguese Language Peter Alfonso Tocantins.

First meeting. Going to the square in downtown, mused. – “But just recently got burned by love, and now so casually acquainted with such a beautiful and sweet girl that the risk of a heap of love.” Approaching area, Sergei took the mobile and dialed Masha: – Hello – after a few beeps heard sweet voice of Mary. – Hello again, where are you now? – Going through about five minutes – all with the same gentle voice replied Mary. – Come on Meet on the square, if you do not mind. – Well, I do not mind. Will soon be in place.

Sergei stood waiting for about three minutes, after which he saw Masha, going to him. Getting off the place, he strode toward her. When they approached each other, Mary greeted her with his eyes closed in anticipation of a kiss. Not hesitate, even though this was reciprocated Sergei turmoil, kissed her on the cheek. After that began the conversation: – How can such a beautiful girl, to be completely free in Saturday night? – Her friends were all gone: who is the guy who is home and I left alone. – Where do you want to go? – Three seconds looking at the reaction and realized that Mary does not know exactly Sergey added.

– You can go to the cinema or a restaurant here nearby. – I do not know me anyway. – Then try to get into a restaurant – Sergei took the phone and asking Mary to wait a bit, dialed the number: – Cafe “Mush” – she answered after several rings.