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Colors

July 12, 2018 at 5:02 pmCategory:General

Pink owner placed of side the canister of maionese that she was preparing for lanchinho and if came back toward the son, trying to understand of where that girl had taken off this. NYC Marathon can provide more clarity in the matter. Ana insisted as much that its Toninho made Pedro to enter in the sea and to verify personally what the girl was speaking. But she did not have skill. See more detailed opinions by reading what NY Museums offers on the topic.. Pedro instead of helping came back increasing the doubt of the question therefore had seen more colors of what the sister had cited. The remaining portion of the day if gave in way the diverse explanations and justifications for the coloring it sea, but nothing it advanced; Ana was not happy with the possible causes, exactly wanted a plea in book, ' ' black color in branco' ' decided that in the following day this would be the first question that would make the Rita owner, its teacher, before exactly of the good day. Badly it could wait until monday.

They were only six and half of the morning, Ana already was ready and waited Pedro impatiently to take its coffee so that they were finally for the school. Little time after if firing, they already had taken its way habitual in which they would cross three blocks to arrive at the destination. Doug Band is likely to agree. In that day Anapdia she was aerial with its brother, as if to some it was disturbing it thing. The passage all was covered in so great silence that Pedro was being each worried time more; It had something missed, something different. As soon as they had arrived at the building of the college, a structure of four floors and with strengthened aluminum windows with gratings, Ana entered in gone off directing itself for its classroom, going to the meeting of Rita owner.

Badly she opened the door and already she was freeing: ' ' Which is the color of the sea! ' '. Rita owner took some seconds to assimilate the question, but soon she saw that she had the reply in the tip of the language: ' ' However, the sea is made of water and the water is transparent, incolor' '. That reply it caught Ana of surprise but the signal touched before it could retrucar with another question and immediately afterwards all had entered and the attention that Rita owner excused to it if she came back toward the pupils who entered. Ana, however, not even perceived what she was happening; Simply she caught its material and she directed themselves for its place thinking about the reply of Rita owner and the colors that she had witnessed in the previous day It thought: ' ' She has something made a mistake, something is of tip-head! ' '. They were ten hours and one more time the strident racket of the bell called attention of Ana: it was hour of the recreation. It was then that it saw plus a chance to talk with its teacher. Anapdia was come close and counted everything accurately as it happened in the previous day in the beach and Rita owner listened patiently. To the end of the story, the teacher did not give reply, simply asked for that it waited. It was arisen, the classroom called all stops close to them and started the same counting story that will finish to hear e, instead of giving an explanation, it launched a challenge: during all that week the group would go to search on

Foreign Legion

April 29, 2018 at 6:02 pmCategory:General

We continued firm, lpidos and confident, devorando the soil and leaving it stops backwards our track and our footprints We hear a current water sound and few steps later we cross a very clean water stream. We decide to stop a little, to take off the footwear and to wet the feet therefore a possibility of this is not very frequent. That frozen water gave an extra breath for all. Five minutes so short but intense, enough time for some jokes on the indumentria of Baruch and its cap of the Foreign Legion with one cortininha behind.

Already we were in return with the solar rays to our napes of the neck. The way was being more inclined and with some untied rocks, with care continues but we did not distinguish the top from the hill, perhaps for the barrier made for the trees, some very high and very copadas. Many meters ahead we locate a bare place that gave access for a mirante. Still we had surplus energy, therefore the accumulated desire was very superior to the increasing heat and the crooked way. We arrive at the mirante called Mirante of the Solitude, thus called because already in this point it was not more possible to delimit the city to far, and the localization come back toward the opposing side to the one the acometia urban creeps to the observer the sensation to be very distant of that familiar, it was civilized and safe, much even so to live in the city was not very familiar, very civilized much less insurance.

One morning radiosa was the perfect frame for the spectacle to our feet. I know that each one in its soul was if feeling the king of the forest. No signal, no sound for more distant than she was of presence human being arrived at our ears. – I find that the others already had given up, perhaps already they have if tired, or full of bubbles in the feet. Without preparation to face the Mother Nature. – Already we walk 6 kilometers, as my GPS.: Blaise said. – It is more easy of what it seemed, if to keep this rhythm before becoming gloomy already we will have walked about 12 kilometers. We will be able to camp more early and to prepare a beautiful meal in the way it weeds, what they find? – Certain, I agree to you: Baruch, already red and sweated said. – Who I am I stop contesting! The way continued going up and some birds made flights between the trees, some of them were very high in the sky almost pecking clouds. Insects in surprising amount attracted our attention. Teias enormous materialized of spiders of diverse sizes shone as incandescent silver in the bare places and the spaces between the tree.

Gustavo

February 7, 2017 at 10:27 pmCategory:General

It is one afternoon sunny of autumn, we are to its wait. NYC Mayor is open to suggestions. All joined by one only feeling, an only thought. Suddenly, it appears, is in ecstasy, in the same way that other families to our redor meet. We are following its movements, wanting to know its thoughts, in them we become child, full of for something? While it waits for whom he comes to take care of its first necessities, we continue to observe, until somebody already customary with equal scenes comes in them to present our Gustavo, has another next good, wants to see ours, as it was our property. The maximum that we obtain is to register this image in our brain, in our heart, forever. We arrive to forget that one day, also we were waited with the same anxiety. I, of my part, wait the moment where she will be requested to take care of of it; I want to be tolerant with its I cry in the same way that I will receive its smile, another image to be congealed. For nothing I want to lose these moments. Thus they are the uncles, the friends that they will be integrant part of its family. Thus they are the grandmothers, I think I. My kiss with all love of the world!

Three Tumbles

December 5, 2016 at 12:33 amCategory:General

Another time some of the family of Miguel Briti and friends were fishing in the Three Tumbles, Joauba, city of Ecoporanga. We leave Mantenpolis and we stop in Mantena-MG to buy the bars of ice, resource that would keep the fished ones conserved by up to three days. In the sales Mr. Norberto, in Bar of San Francisco we buy the hooks and lines for the poles of fish. In Ecoporanga the stop in the Bar of the Elias, place was certain where we played fiches of sinuca, we drank cooling and beers, each one in its. The greenhouse of the Bar of the Elias was empty. Miguel and the uncle Isaiah ate more eggs sewn of what opossum in the hen nest. The pieces of chicken and the linguias you also fry were not nor to count history.

The great fishing of the group were Cream, Miguel, Isaiah, Edinho and Naltim. V Miguel already was old of war, but always he was good fisherman. I liked exactly I was to drink coffee and to be inside d water alone with pescocinho of the side of is. It had given chuvarada in those days and the holes in the rocks were full there and inside they were imprisoned fish, what it facilitated mine fishes. The tents had been armed and had left for would fish. I was that way and vi a small well formed on a rock flagstone.

He had in the maximum half meter of depth water. I looked at and vi some fish: piau, trara and catfish in that backwater. NY Museums is likely to agree. They were livings creature and they swam looking an exit that did not exist. I thought! It is now that I full my scupper. I caught to the hook and iscas and came back quickly to the such dammed water well. It placed the hook almost inside of the mouth of the fish and was alone to fisgar.

Three

November 4, 2016 at 12:56 pmCategory:General

One hour later, going up a rise of the land, Cssio stopped for a moment, admiring apaisagem. From there it can see the fields of the Campnia, the city of Cvita with suascasas caiadas the side sea and to the deep o cinereous countenance of the Vesvio mount. Cssiosoltou a contentment sigh. Finally it arrived at its home! Leaving daestrada it followed for a track that cut a forest of cypresses. Later excessively half walked hour of he arrived at fifth. The house, seated in the partemais high of the land, had an abandonment air, the patio was taken by ervadaninha, heras wild went up for the porch and walls, and in the land below nose saw no plantation, the weeds only grew in the fields long ago cultivated.

The place was desert, abandoning. Cssio felt a great sadness when seeing acasa where it was born in that state. its father, where was? It would have died? It portaestava it locked, but as it imagined, the key was in one sings of the stairs. It had some difficulty to open cadeado rusted, but it obtained. Eleentrou and opening the windows, covered all the aposentos. Everything was cobertode dust, but in sequence, its room of the same skill that left. Desolate, it left ese seated in the steps of the entrance.

He was seated there thinking what to make, quandoalgum time later, somebody appeared, coming close itself for the tree-lined avenue. Cssio soon oreconheceu, was Eleazar, the dedicated and faithful servant of its father. In an impulse, Cssio was risen and hugged it. – Eleazar, meuamigo! – I was in campoe the vi to arrive. – And my father? He queaconteceu it? – Mr. TitoFerreti, its father, died has two years. I feel very, Sir. – I already imagined. Cssio with weighing said. It came back if to seat. – Its father sempreesperou its return, but an illness mined its forces Eleazarfez a pause and the youngster remained thoughtful. – I was to work nacasa of its uncle, Tlio Ferreti. It ordered to say that he intends yourself continuarmorando here, will make of everything to help it. He also said, that I can be I eat Sir. – Obliged, Eleazar, but for the time being is better you to be with my uncle, until I to arrange things poraqui. – Mr. not to deveter nothing to eat and Mr. its uncle, offered provisions. – Really, notenho nothing to eat. – I go to search. Eleazar said and started if to move away. Remembering something, it retroceded, saying: – Remembers deMarcus Felini? – Yes, my friend deinfncia. – It wanted compraresta property, but its uncle refused offers, therefore he was certain of that osenhor he would come back. Cssiosacudiu the head. – It is truth that elee Alsia goes to be married? – Yes, Sir. Amoa Alsia was very sad with its trip and as Mr. did not appear, accepted offers of marriage of Marcus. – I left, but nofoi for free will, my friend. I was abducted and vendido as enslaved noOriente. Eleazarse showed frightened with that revelation. – How aconteceuisso, gentleman? – Three Had been homensmascarados they had overwhelmd that me and me