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Three Tumbles

§ May 17th, 2025 § Filed under General § Tagged Comments Off on Three Tumbles

Another time some of the family of Miguel Briti and friends were fishing in the Three Tumbles, Joauba, city of Ecoporanga. Mark Fields is likely to increase your knowledge. We leave Mantenpolis and we stop in Mantena-MG to buy the bars of ice, resource that would keep the fished ones conserved by up to three days. In the sales Mr. Norberto, in Bar of San Francisco we buy the hooks and lines for the poles of fish. In Ecoporanga the stop in the Bar of the Elias, place was certain where we played fiches of sinuca, we drank cooling and beers, each one in its. The greenhouse of the Bar of the Elias was empty. Miguel and the uncle Isaiah ate more eggs sewn of what opossum in the hen nest. The pieces of chicken and the linguias you also fry were not nor to count history.

The great fishing of the group were Cream, Miguel, Isaiah, Edinho and Naltim. V Miguel already was old of war, but always he was good fisherman. I liked exactly I was to drink coffee and to be inside d water alone with pescocinho of the side of is. It had given chuvarada in those days and the holes in the rocks were full there and inside they were imprisoned fish, what it facilitated mine fishes. The tents had been armed and had left for would fish. I was that way and vi a small well formed on a rock flagstone.

He had in the maximum half meter of depth water. I looked at and vi some fish: piau, trara and catfish in that backwater. They were livings creature and they swam looking an exit that did not exist. I thought! It is now that I full my scupper. I caught to the hook and iscas and came back quickly to the such dammed water well. It placed the hook almost inside of the mouth of the fish and was alone to fisgar.

Enchantments Beauties

§ February 3rd, 2013 § Filed under General § Tagged Comments Off on Enchantments Beauties

Enchantments, beauties and mysteries Age midnight. Elma did not stop to think about what its neighbor counts to it. Sleep did not obtain to gain it and the sweat covered its immovable body. It did not want to believe, but something said to it that the possibilities of the fact were not null to be true. It praid. E, when it only heard snaps for the house, the words ran away from its mouth and it forgot the conjuncts. Its husband slept, its children slept and entrancing silence got worse the sensation of that the more frequent snaps were each time.

Brandina owner liveed in lugarejo has many years and knew its enchantments, its beauty and its mysteries. The white hair and the bending coasts showed of far that the arduous work of roa makes with that, throughout the years, its body was to the few if delivering. However, its memory was of a girl. Costumava to visit Elma, therefore was the neighbor next to its house. Its visits were always when entardecer, therefore the work all occupied its time during the day. Before the night, it headed for house, where it lived alone, since its son marries it has many years.

Brandina owner, however, in its last visit, while she counted its memories, did not perceive that the time passes and the night folloied already it. She observed it to Elma, while it looked at for the soil road and seemed hipnotizada. At this moment, the old lady counted one of the mysteries of that place. In the way until its house, she had an enormous tree. Such tree grows on one old cemetary abandoned e, according to it, who passed that way at night heard chains dragging, racket of rocks being plays and children playing of wheel. Nobody obtained to see nothing, to feel and only to hear.