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Vamos atravessar aquela montanha
... ainda é o caminho mais curto e a vista é maravilhosa!
Escreva ai primeiro para inglês ler...
São "as forças do destino" essas figuras de linguagem, eram muito usada pelo Mariante (meu pai), eram muitas figuras externas, outras culturas, muitos amigos pelo mundo a fora.
Naquela ocasião ele usava aquela boina francesa, era assim que as coisas aconteciam, as lembranças ainda vividas entre outras coisas do passado o convívio com os "partisans franceses" tinha um sabor de conhaque dos alpes o e aroma dos charutos cubanos...
Aqui em Porto Alegre tinha um médico , ele morava numa casa simples depois do morro do osso ali na zona sul, confesso conheci muitas pessoas que o meu pai conheceu anos 1950, essas pessoas vieram conhecer o Brasil, a maioria fez a sua passagem em paz durante os anos 1980, o Mariante dizia vamos visitar um contemporâneo do grande conflito...
A guerra acabou e a paz foi partilhada por todos, desde então a fome e a falta de medicamentos foram os maiores legados desse terrível conflito.
Let's cross that mountain
... it's still the shortest route and the view is wonderful!
Write it there first for English to read...
These figures of speech are "the forces of destiny", they were used a lot by Mariante (my father), there were many external figures, other cultures, many friends around the world.
On that occasion he wore that French beret, that's how things happened, the memories still vivid among other things from the past, the interaction with the "French partisans" had a flavor of cognac from the Alps and the aroma of Cuban cigars...
Here in Porto Alegre there was a German doctor, he lived in a simple house after Morro do Bone there in the south zone, I confess I met a lot of people that my father knew in the 1950s, these people came to see Brazil, most of them spent their time in peace during the 1980s, Mariante said let's visit a contemporary of the great conflict...
The war ended and peace was shared by everyone, since then hunger and lack of medicine were the biggest legacies of this terrible conflict.
Write it there first for English to read...
These figures of speech are "the forces of destiny", they were used a lot by Mariante (my father), there were many external figures, other cultures, many friends around the world.
On that occasion he wore that French beret, that's how things happened, the memories still vivid among other things from the past, the interaction with the "French partisans" had a flavor of cognac from the Alps and the aroma of Cuban cigars...
Here in Porto Alegre there was a German doctor, he lived in a simple house after Morro do Bone there in the south zone, I confess I met a lot of people that my father knew in the 1950s, these people came to see Brazil, most of them spent their time in peace during the 1980s, Mariante said let's visit a contemporary of the great conflict...
The war ended and peace was shared by everyone, since then hunger and lack of medicine were the biggest legacies of this terrible conflict.
Ps: ANISTIA?
It's unbelievable, idiots still want to be amnestied!
É inacreditável, os idiotas ainda querem ser anistiados!
Ps: First for English to read...
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