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Precious Pearl

Subsequentes on this day and days, I started to live to remember to me the poet who spoke of the waves of the sea. I started to dream, I do not know per how many days or months. .' ' wind says please, where hid My Amor' ' . I perceived readily what lacking it was me. During a good time, without knowing to need that time was this, all day, after the work, was seated, in mureta of the beach, hearing the waves of the sea, that wanted to say some thing to me and I did not perceive.

Already it was not sadder. A Joy took account of me, from there, I wise person who something Huge was for happening. It very felt a great Complicity between the Stars, the Moon, that appeared Fogosa, but of time for another one, not total. If it hid partially as that ashamed or perhaps, hiding its smile maroto, as wanting to alert to me for some thing. But already it did not import me in such a way, only imported me with my anxiety. Night for Night, analyzed marota of the Moon, the stars, the blackout to the deep one, the waves of the sea, Yes.

The breeze of the Sea. Breeze that goes in it and comes of the waves of the sea said meetings: it waits waits I started to dream: it saw a Sereia going and come with frequency and was so esplendorosa, that my eyes, still today, writing these lines, if humidify, lacrimejam of Love. the sound of the Breeze, mixed gone and the lives of the waves of the Sea, had never left to say me: it waits waits as in a last acknowledgment, vi My Sereia, always the same sereia, with a Precious Pearl to the Head, becoming it definitively, the Princess who I was waiting. Salman Behbehani gathered all the information.

Ernest One

In its skin it reverberated the light of the sun, as if the body it was covered of very small scales, as of a reptile. It shone as if she was catching fire! Ernest was obliged to close the eyes because of the intense light. When he came back to look at, came across itself with the woman in its front, smiling. It continued pretty, the round face, eyes chestnuts, the long hair. It inclined on it and its mouth they had left fire languages that acariciaram its face and it tried to hug it, but Mariana disappeared suddenly in the flash of the sun.

Ernest opened the eyes and discovered that still he was seated next to door. Of this time it saw the figure clear of the woman to follow for the edge of caatinga. Congregating its forces it goes down for the ravina, where it found a seated old man in a rock to the shade of a dry trunk. Its suit was simple, of poeirentos cloths and encardidos, appearance where if they became the one clothes andarilho. Supported in full cajado of us, it observed tanajuras that leave a hole in the alone dry to attack a beetle. – It saw a woman this way to You? Ernest asked.

The old one looked at for it, I sing twisting it of the mouth in a jeering smile and answered: – Woman? In these matos? Ce you the dodio, home! Ernest tumbled, released it the land, weak, disillusioned. Lying of coasts in the soil, he saw the old one if to approach, to incline on it, revistando the pockets to it. He was then he recognized that it, was Coal Chico! The anger gave to forces the Ernest, it turned over at the same time where the old one to the ground played. Mounting on the chest of the man and impelled by the revenge, it started to press the neck to it with the two hands.

Large Cabin

The error of almost all city dweller, is to presume that the simple, bashful way and taciturno of the rurcola, are deriving of its lack of academic instruction, of its lack of scientific knowledge, of its not convivncia with modernity, not to know to handle instruments and light and complicated tools as innumerable electronic devices and the most varied existing and characteristic gadgets of the urban life. While good part of scientists, doctors and sabiches of the city works projects of bablicas conclusions, the rurcola simply obeys a natural cycle; It works to produce, it produces to consume and it consumes to work. the fruit of its drudgery is usufructed by all the classrooms remaining. Generally all rurcola, disdainfully called ‘ ‘ caipira’ ‘ , it possesss a sense of perception extremely sharpened, an intelligence and a curiosity to cause admiration in any one; Who of the city knows the nature how much knows it a rurcola? While they are capable of to make forecasts of the time when looking at it horizon and smells only to feel it of rain in air, to know to any day which the phase of the moon, without consulting a calendar or another way any, to know the certain time of planting and spoon, a great majority of people lives bigger part of the year without coming back the eyes toward the sky, without never glimpsing if it wants a cadent star; At night they live under the clarity of artificial lights that them embaam the sights and the sky of a inescrutvel mystery supplies them, but that to the rurcola, such secret does not pass of a guide in clean trails, straight lines and of a clear clearness and resoluta. The rurcola if keeps bashful, is only for almost all knowing the preconception and the existing discrimination in the mind of city dweller, in relation to that they live in the agricultural zone; No matter how hard he tries, a city dweller does not obtain to hide this.