River. why all suburban ones jumped in that point? Because the hard one was not to go, but it was to come back, tired, loaded of some surplus of the provisions, with the splintery coasts of the heat of that wonderful Sun, that it sly, did not leave itself to feel, because it wanted that suffered people, coexisted its Heat the possible maximum. a beautiful day I discovered. I discovered not. I started to feel something different and that it starts to justify that all more already did not interest me more. Not local it, but the things that made.
The Place, never it lost its importance, oh Copacabana loved of all and the world. In Copacabana it existed of everything, of that already I spoke, still more, cabarets, serious boites, others, not in such a way incredible that it seems, serious cinemas and others nor in such a way, famous theaters, hotels for the world it measures, espeluncas deplorable, many store, I pass through intense and enervante and as many things more, without being able to forget the celebrity and defamed Cheap Ribeiro-200, that of so badly famous, they had decided to give one is enough in that it made dirty world measures the prestige of the quarter. Solution: they had created a law where if that malignant address would implodiria and the Building, with much surprise and sadness of many, it started to be to call: Ribeiro cockroach, 196. in this wonderful Quarter, that could exist of, but of everything exactly and things that I did not tell here for esquecimento, could not only have Sadness, exactly because it did not have time and space for it. The Joy reigned. But, if somebody had time, in that one run-it runs, and of this one olhadinha for me, would see that I was very sad. But what he is one, or plus one, in that eager multitude for Copacabana, princesinha of the sea and its enchantments.