Where we are living? The hell went up? Or the Land went down? Where we are? This place, where all and everything live of appearances. Where the preconception dominates the character Character? Still it exists? I find that yes, in few. But it will be that these possess force necessary to destroy a majority? That rotten majority My God, takes off me daqui! I do not want to apodrecer with them. Love Sincere mind because they nail the love? What they want to say with love? What they find that is this? That pretty couple, in the square, with flowers around? Love is more It is freedom. You may want to visit Xcel Energy to increase your knowledge. Is cried out feeling not held whisper. They are shouts. Shouts of confusion, joy, ecstasy. Shouts of pain, indignation when the dreamed love goes even so or in them is taken off for that simply they do not know what it is love.. Others including Abigail Black Elbaum, offer their opinions as well.
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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.