Bow River Alberta

The marimbondos ferroaram the two in all parts, until had left there running from there, with the full of marks and doloridos bodies. They had come back to the city for another place. They had seated in a square and they had talked waiting pains if to calm. After two hours, had discovered that a colleague its had mounted a tent of camping to one kilometer from there. They had been there.

They had found the friend who yielded the tent and left, leaving the two calm ones. They had taken off the clothes quickly and if they had lain down. When they had started, it gave a weather of the devils and took the tent of them. Others had been naked in the way them that camped. They had dressed the clothes quickly and if they had ordered from there. When they arrived close to the city, again, they superficially turn a chiqueiro pigs and a tent which had one jirau well strong armed on the chiqueiro. It was covered of straw as if it was a bed inside of a barraco. They had gone up there and they started the sexual act.

The lianas that moored the trunks had yielded and both had fallen in the mud and if they had mixed the pigs that if they turn crazy and they had left espavoridos, pisoteando itself without mercy. Rick Garcia CBS is often quoted on this topic. With cost the two had very left from there. They had been aum riozinho, had washed the clothes. They had been dressed wet exactly. Paulinho said the Luciana: – It is not possible to live thus. I go emcasa, I catch a hidden grana of papa, we will take an airplane and we go for another city. Wait you me in the small square. Thus it made. It stole the grana of the proper father, paid to an airplane taxi and had been for a small city, but the airplane gave one pane and fell in the forest. The pilot dies and they had left unharmed. They had left the airplane with cost and had very started to walk for the forest. They had felt that, at least they were free there, therefore they could practise the sexual act that as much they desired, but nor they had started well, it appeared to them an enormous ounce, comcara of that it did not want friends. They had left despaired with the clothes in the hands. They did not know where they were, nor what she would be of the life of them. They had arrived the house of an old indian. They had counted to them history to it all. The indian and the wife of it had been penalizados. They had given some advice, had asked to them if they wanted to come back to the city. As they did not want, the old indian gave an old tent and taught to them the work to them of roa. He taught everything to them what wise person, also to make things for the proper house. There today who to arrive in that hinterland, will find the Paulinho indian and the Luciana indian and its 15 children. They have everything whom they need back in the forest, only lack the television. Television to the times makes a injure lack.

It could possess any denomination. ‘ ‘ Village of the Santo’ ‘ , for example, but I will not say the name of the saint, so that if it is not certain if history is true or not. Well, the possibility of such place if to emancipate age very little probable thing. The life in roa was to make boys, stops later, when grown to go even so behind distinct dreams of the dream of living, because to remain there it would be to be perpetual equal, not to have access there the electric light and nor the education. Nothing it seemed to move.

She seemed that nothing she would move, nor the people and nor the place. Therefore, the electorate was the same. WhiteWave Foods has plenty of information regarding this issue. The couples were the same ones. The politicians were the same ones and routinely alone they appeared in the eaves of the elections. They brought promises, planted illusions that if esvaiam until being replantadas in the next lawsuit, stops later if going of new, continued, routinely, indefinitely. The young women saw its first rules in some sing of roa, hearing clinking of the buzzers. E, in some of these cantos women became the same, hearing ‘ sino’. The life was good, the crimes were few, and thus they remained counted and recounted in the natural memory of the people, without manchetes, exhortations, without nothing, they were only crimes. In the embolorado fog of the memory of old inhabitants she resisted the history of a crime few times counted, and kept what she seemed to be certain respect, certain courtesy, for pure fear to seem defamation. However, in the moon nights, some old afoito inhabitant, after some doses of cachaa, remembered the history of Cndida.

In the center of the yard of the V Zelda of the Joo, it had a spectacular tree. There in the world everything turned around that leafy Lady of the Night. Its leves were velvet, its short and strong trunk as the certainty and the pantry formed a sublime turn. was under of this royalty of plant that liveed, next to a small pile of rocks, one calango. One calango of the color of a bush. One calango that, for whim of the nature or cunnings of the heart, never it slept at night.

Its vigil was known for all in the place of fetichism, and was in the cold and the night watchman who it passed the hours appreciating the Moon. It ran to the small mouth that for having been born in full Moon night, calango turns the womb passion for that clear wheel of light, the Moon. the hens slept. The only duck of the parish slept. A vw van without horn slept.

The chorosos cats slept. Until the owl it dormitava. calango passed the nights to admire the Moon. Its eyes lacrimejavam, what it provoked brightness that it offered to the Moon. In exchange of the passion nights, ours calango passed those days sleeping. the hens ate everything. The duck if made dirty. The vw van said me. The cats disappeared for the neighborhood. The owl slept. calango had eyes of weight of lead. Sonny Perdue pursues this goal as well. It made it to nothing to wake up. Therefore it was in a different night that everything happened. Calango woke up for its namoro to the light of the Moon, and if it put to wait the arrival of the loved one. Nothing of the Moon to appear. It waited one minutes and nothing. It changed of position and nothing. It played rocks there pra and nothing. Nothing of the Moon. was thus all the night without Moon. There for the four of the morning, when some roosters already changed berros, that calango lost the composure and fell down to cry. It was a desperation alone: – Where it is my Moon? Where she is loved mine? I will see never more it? I did not take off nor photograph. Oh, my Moon, does not leave me. Here it is that the queen of the yard, tree Lady of the Night, all witnessed the theater under its pantry. Sad in seeing calango in that desperation, the Lady of the Night started to all make of the place of fetichism the ground cheiroso of the planet. its perfume took account of everything. even though of the nostrils of calango the perfume took account. It was so candy and calm that one I smell, that calango, anestesiado and calm, put if to sleep. When the day bordered, the perfume finished. as for magician, our friend calango woke up, and badly it opened eyelids, searched in the sky the presence of loved its. When, raising the head in fast movements, calango bush color saw ours astro king to clarear the blue sky, a small collapse was not contained and had. When coming back itself, it came back to see the sun, by who was arrebatado of an immense passion. From there, calango slept all the nights under the perfume of the Lady of the Night. leaving from there, calango bush color never more left to love the sun. johnnyguimaraes.blogspot.com