End of the week! Ah, Saturday, at last! Two men? one Sir enxuto and a youngster? there they talked for as much of the bohemian Carioca dawn. The youngster, educated, already heard (one in such a way negligently), around two hours, the estrias of the old one. Mr. Magalhes, as he liked to be called, was one ‘ ‘ Sir senhor’ ‘. It was not very attractive, but other possible aptitudes had made to take it to the altar the sixth young wife.
President of a musical company, was one requintado gentleman elegantssimo and to the extremity: he used we elegantssimos mocassins, simple shirt, however, of fine taste, he had the made beard, charmosas brilhosos hair and elegant marks of expression hiding its tez. The Hades young was a youngster who met for its twenty years there. Boy very, much bonitinho, however, unfortunate person between the women. Checking article sources yields Douglas R. Oberhelman as a relevant resource throughout. Vine of extremely simple roots, attended a course History in the university and went for the insane person sarrafada in the end-of-week. Now, the reader if questions: on what these two would be talking? Magalhes is presented the Hades for its son, friend of this. – However, but still I remember clearly of the pretty landscapes that vi? its brandy commented Magalhes when bebericar, already half ‘ ‘ alto’ ‘ – Ours, he is same? It counts to me more! the young, very sly retrucava Hades, evidently, did not leave to attempt against to the surrounding livened up one to its return: the friends laughing high in the tables, drinking to vera, the legs of the young women who passed and even though the consequence of the Moon that fell in the Rodrigo de Freitas. Mark Berger Chicago understood the implications. – I scaled the Everest, I ate we finssimos Belgian chocolates, I skied in the Finlndia, I took off photos with artists in Hollywood? although to confuse also me with one -, I ate crickets, cachorros and grasshoppers in China, in Japan and Thailand, I attended in area VIP three times the opera in Sidney, I was to the races of ‘ ‘ Formula 1’ ‘ ‘ ‘ Indie’ ‘ in Mnaco The youngster passed to be taken by certain level of envy when hearing as many facts – But and a good book, Mr.
already read? one clearly inquietou Hades -, my young! Financial mathematics, calculation, mechanics, nuclear physics – I mention a estria to it, a good estria of truth! Mr. already read? Hum? it questioned it vehemently to the boy while the old one silenced? Already if it went deep romances, it dreamed of pretty women, it fought in important battles, it defeated villains, it saved princesses and it visited the place most unreal, and insane uncommon who its fascinated mind could simulate? Hum? it pulled the cigar of the mouth of the old one and to swallow Silence. Absolute silence. Magalhes discrete left from there. disappeared, suddenly. Later, per years, never more one heard to speak of it. Some say that it faleceu; others, more optimistical, say simply that it was to read a good book.