As not wise person where street it liveed or in which school it met registered, the poet decided to look to its residence in all the streets of the quarter, to each day visiting several squares residential in the anxiety of being able to find with its beautiful that not adormecera in its heart. After walking for all the streets of the quarter and not finding it, the destination decided it of the one mozinha and allowed that the two if found in one of the buses that make passage of the quarter where it liveed for the center of the city. At this moment, the heart of the poet for the moment sped up the 300 kilometers and without knowing what to say at that precious moment, it decided to ask if it had possibilities of being its boyfriend. Further details can be found at Robert A. Iger , an internet resource. It looked at a little confused for it, if she remade a little of the surprise of its question and said to it that not, therefore, already she was namorando has some time with another person. The poet in turn almost goes crazy (by the way, all poet in itself represents a homogeneous mixture of madness and reason) and decided for much time, to make of everything so that this clandestine love arrived at the end, so that loved its could one day discover the true feelings of that really it loved to it, that it forever dreamed one day to be happy to its side. As the time did not give truce to it in form of new chances of this meeting, the poet to the few was learning if to conform with the challenges that the destination places in its way and to follow its life in front, as romantic and a solitary one poet in search of its true passion, following its studies normally and making its friendships as if was a solitary looking for to make company to other solitary souls as its. Figs scrubs usually is spot on.
One entangled in the way of the multitude, was disappearing later appeared. It drank another one, was roando the bodies electrified until the side of palco. Solfejou one blues hoisted the edge of the tablado one where it sighted that pretty woman with voice of would be homrica. Everything aimed pra how much each one of a type is side girls women, it dedilhava to imagine its type ideal, to that friend porreta, that nor Sartre and Simone. But it had also the wild desire to enter on the inside of any one without d nor mercy.
To fustigate with truculncia testudos wombs. Indistinct farejando some maneiro sound it twirled behind foldings seat, tables organdi. It looked for in the esquina of the lavradio. Perhaps in the Seeds it found babosas and espojas sonorous that notvago of its peregrination took off it of the tdio. One burburim of the infested doors of people gigabyte. It looked somebody that offered the seios to it and seated in full Field of Santana calmed its desperation.
Trombou with bottles extended in the sidewalk, prumou its route crossbow entering in distinct cabarets. Wise person not to dance, at least, the geometric dances of hall. Its body shook trembling and frees moved for a rocking afro. Tambores trepidavam in its wood where it felt the vibrations most significant. Tequila milked some while it tried to hold itself in that musical frequency. Lying to the ortopdico mattress still felt its callous body if twisting crazy with hematomas of ground of rumbas. Virilha made blue with the brutality of the preceding parsleys and merengues in that electric and feverish night, when its trembling body arremeava enters them to coxar doughs mixer of apt robust women for any demand. It understood its agachado drama of low of the sink being convulsed itself of sonorous espasmos, therefore it had repaired that too much and prisoner to the high falante of a box potentssima of the Cuban DJ of Havana. The cigar tobacco leves montecristo chapadas in its beige woollen bald gullet blouse. High the falantes hung in its ear made with that its face embaasse the mirror. It was to the pharmacy and it bought a Epocler, the world started to turn slower, then it had clarity in that hour to have thundering the best music of the world. That one that twists the body and prints a craze in the souvenir that delays very until coming back to tona in daily the diurne and rational world of our empty lives. Ass? ? ? ?
Andres sat down in the eaves of the Fontana di Trevi, in Rome, while rain fell fine in that initial day of spring. The temperature had lowered a little, but it did not feel cold, it was pleasant and the place a little less put into motion, since the drizzle moves away a little the tourists who costumavam to crowd one of the places most famous of Italy at that time of the year. He looked at for the fontana – the said source of the desires – with a lost look in some distant horizon. He looked at the currencies whose consequences danced in the small whirlwind caused for gushing out of the chafariz and of the rain drops that played with the surface of the water. that whirlwind, there so subtle in the water, it filled each centimeter of its interior transtornado under that external semblante so pparently and perhaps cynically calm.
But inside of itself, all the climatic storms if rebelled and its feelings if they debated. It looked at for the currencies in its hands, it thought about the much order contradictory, and in the end when launching all in the source it only asked for that the whirlwind if calmed and that to the end of the week, when it returned to Brazil, it only had calmness inside of itself and everything was well. It was arisen and she continued its walked by the Piazza. Soon the sun would leave amongst clouds and fine rain would be would be only in the wet one of the soil. Soon, its particular whirlwind would be only one yellowish souvenir in the panteo of its daily experiences and thus it followed in front, resigned, as he happens when he does not have more hope. When the hope fails and everything that surplus is the resignation.