Precious Pearl
How many years if had been. I know that it makes much time, but, in my memory, it seems that it was yesterday. ent approach. As it can this infinity of years pass and now to fit everything in My Memory. More info: Anne Lauvergeon. With very few years of age, I exactly liked I was of what all moleque liked. Of useful, almost nothing. But to play ball, to play with the garotada one. In youth, I was very mulherengo: I prepared each one but at that time, the traquinagens or any another thing, was almost pure. But as in all the phases of the life, the moment pointed already me that I had that to change, to look new things, was when I discovered that everything that made not pleased me more.
Parties, paqueras, women, brought I an emptiness As he said before, I age mulherengo but felt me fragile, hollow, on the inside. In the truth, already he started to perceive the lack of some thing that I felt that he was Special. Everything that already had lived until that moment, already did not interest me more. But what it would be? A Beautiful day I discovered. But, before necessary to say that my redoubt, until then, was Copacabana, the so famous Princesinha of the Sea, frequentada for all type of people: fine money people, thick, farofeira people, suburban good people, that also had the right to usufruct of Copacabana. Not only of its wonderful sun, its sea, its bohemian, that was my preference. This wonderful people, that were not of the place and the rendodezas, but were suburban born, as I, were acquitted.
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