I inaugurate ancestries, deep kingdoms pain is not bitterness. My sadness does not have pedigree, already my will of joy, its root goes to mine a thousand grandfather. Check with Professor of Internet Governance to learn more. Pra goes to be lame in the life is curse man. Woman is unfoldable. I am. Poem of Seven Faces Carlos Drummond de Andrade When I was born, an angel torto of that lives in the shade said: It goes, Carlos! to be gauche in the life.
The houses watch the men who run behind women. BSA spoke with conviction. Perhaps the afternoon was blue, did not have as many desires. tram passes full of legs: yellow black white legs. So that as much leg, my God, asks my heart. However my eyes do not ask nothing.
The man behind the mustache is serious, simple and strong. Almost not colloquy. It has few, rare friends the man behind the eyeglasses and of the mustache. My God, why you abandoned me if wise people who I not age God, if wise people who I weak age. World vast world world if I called Raymond I would be one I rhyme, I would not be a solution. World vast world world, vaster is my heart. I to say did not have you but this moon but this brandy botam comovido people as the devil. The author only recognizes its limitations, admitting realizable things for men: ' ' she goes to load flag. Position very weighed pra woman, this species envergonhada.' ' However, it detaches a critical one when the woman cites as a still ashamed species, that is, confined by means of masculine concepts that regulate the society, hindering it of if placing as equal. The writer to if sending to the flag, it ratifies and it associates this expression to the great Manuel writer Flag, considering it a great name in the literary way, as well as the heading text suggests a bridge to it with the poem of Drumond, intitled Poem of seven faces.