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Aid! Aid! Aid A thousand times, aid! Nothing the Rose of my exclusive garden understands me seno. I want the petals for me. Necessary. Connect with other leaders such as Joseph Jimenez here. I want. I need myself. Oh, not. I write descontroladamente, nor I know if it is feeling, it unites, feeling has felt? Feeling has measured? Not. Not? Therefore I write to it with the conquered freedom. a&oh=00_AT8jID8DK_0vvC1oXr_NTz0LOYc3-sSORRLebI5lPGTegw&oe=624F4746’>Zach Dell has to say.

I want the time, the time will only bring me the beautiful esplendia freedom. Oh, as it would like to be hugged to the world. Lying in a cloud. It would write only moments. Not. I want yes. At last.

You pray, I am without control. It swims not. You my reader, me understand must, seno, please you say, me. I tell what my heart asks for. To the times it cries out. The sultry shout estronda inside of my heart. It swims. The heart of this rough draft of writer is friendly. The shout is for I to awake itself. To be intent. I am next to a hole without fundura. Serious? I run. I come back some steps. It does not advance. Who I am? I fell. I come back more not, I do not come back more. now? The heart did not help me in the due time. Lie. It tried to help yes. But I did not listen at the certain moment. You, my reading ally, can not be understand until here what I try to describe, but are defying yourself. Writing without escrpulos. Optimum not yet he came. Optimum he will not never come. I do not want optimum. My heart is individualistic. It wants optimum, it wants the exclusive one. I only want to be only in the form to think, to act. Only. I hug the wind. Poxa the truth is appearing. Or already it appeared? It understands nobody me, ties my Rose is half that disoriented. What it would happen, I without my Rose the Rose without I? Nor I want to imagine. Necessary of time, surplus. To write is the form prettier than I found not to want to jump of the precipice and to die. Oh, if did not exist my desinibio to write, to tell, to question, Already he would be isolated in a cemetary drawer. But not, I discovered the light. I found the light. I found the light. I write, this is force to live, to survive. I can deviating is me from everything, I am there nor, in the truth. I look the respect, the freedom, the love of the uncontrolled words They import yes me. They had made me to the words to reviver, they brought to this world that to makes me to the times to smile, but for the most part of the time devasta with my heart, hides the hope and lights the solitude.

More interesting thing is this history of meeting. As much are these we make that them daily. However, stuffed meeting of economic objectives and that the protagonists have world-wide projection are rare. The first black president of U.S.A. makes one visitinha the first president woman of Brazil. History this that could result in a book, perhaps. But, without a doubt, it was not a visit of courtesy or thing thus: serious subjects would be treated, agreements could be made and interests in common would be debated. The face, with all the respect on the term, arrives and soon the media starts the seguiz it, to photograph it and to exaltar it, therefore an event of this importance always does not happen.

Valley to mention the likeable speech in Portuguese Language that enchanted the Brazilians. The occasion asked for gala suits, but the North American family opted to being simpler, therefore it was more the face of Brazil. The citizen, its wife and children and take up quarters in a good hotel and expensive of the city maravilhosa_ not that they imported themselves with the price, was everything financed exactly, but it wanted in the truth to know the beauty that is a Brazilian slum quarter. Oh, legal thing, to go to the slum quarter and to attend spectacles of social institutions. But that full place of badly-structuralized streets was not so legal thus. The access was difficult even for the North American commission: to cover all the passage in majestical cars and with security the return was complicated.

Infraestrutura, reurbanizao of slum quarters and programs of social incentive had that to be talked with the representative of Brazil, that for signal, remained discrete the time all. Already in the cabinets, where the cameras had not filmed, the business started to be serious. External politics started to be the point-key of the meeting.