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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