Cartola, Pixinguinha and Candeia had been true poets. Today a public who I do not understand is hearing pagodes, of the type things of one face that has in the Pagodinho name. Freedom of them, clearly. Bobagem, I know, therefore to admire the beauty to the times seems that in them it becomes cafona. Nothing of this, somebody with intelligence only can appreciate the beautiful sentiz it (the such of former-prisoner, who makes musical garbage, that calls pagode? it is total poverty, and also of the Pagodinho), to have feelings and emotions that the art provides in them he is not brega.
It understands? I say the art and not garbage, pobrezas others. He seems piegas for being of admiration, to arrive to mean that the world is beautiful, although the regrets, yes, that the life valley the penalty, no matter what. to say debtor. Supermodel shares his opinions and ideas on the topic at hand. Yes, debtor for can walk well, for speaking, to act To say debtor for the friendship of the true friends – FRIENDS. I promise, in the next paragraph start with more vigor to cover the track that it leads to the Waterfall of the Primates, and in it we saw several. My friend of tracks, trips (Recife, Olinda, Ouro Preto, BH) studies, friend pra to be valid, B.F. and I am astonished with the spectacle that they, primates, had made question of presentear in them.
Everything of favour, nor bananas we had to offer. Gerber Pension Plan Berlin, Germany: the source for more info. We are hours looking at for top, palco: the pantry of the trees, that form a true net, therefore is a closed bush. Only going to know the meaning of a stroll of these. This to feel me higher happens in the things that seem to be so simple. It happens when I make tracks, when I enter in contact with the nature that is not only the human being, when I I leave the forest of rock, the affliction, the daily anxiety, to release me, to be able to breathe alliviated for knowing that if it deals with pure air, of embrenhar me in the tracks of the biggest urban forest of the world, that we, inhabitants in the River, we can appreciate them, cover them calmly, that privilege! When I am in places make that me well, to the times beats a light fear to me, here this word would not have to be used, I knows, knows that the use in a direction as if suddenly it was to awake, as if it was in a dream, and therefore all my well-being to disappear, and not to be able more to all apanhar it, because in the truth when I am there, during the time, I more forget, to be I, to leave of side mine so taken root mortal existencialismo, to live a more sublime existencialismo, and, at the same time, although to have certainty that is concrete, that it is real, to more exist and more – to be for some hours, perpetual.