Bowing as a fool.

Charging the wrong tips, taking ever the wrong way.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Treatise (Essay off-duty) about brazilian people living overseas.

It's a tragedy. They want only have fun-money. That's weird. No, that's not weird. Their fun is different of other kinds. Perhaps i don't comprehend them as i should, or i don't comprehend them, as well. That`s a hint to follow. Or not. Moments like this i take the royal care. That's ugly so. Maybe.
They live lost around the city. Dedicating their wishes of being to any not noble task. I am really sorry for them, for me, for you. They live dedicating their wishes of being to make money; to the make-money-machine; their lives sounds as a machine: making-money, making-money, making-money. A washing-machine: washing clothes, making money, washing clothes, washing money, washing dirty money.
Not that they steal, murder, or traffic; perhaps this way could be better. But that they lose their lives toward: making-money. It's ugly, i endorse. I can't conceive an ideia like that. Dirty money. Money-made with smashing people lives. People that survive and are not only alive.
Ok. Everyone needs money. But not so much. I agree. And also not to getting hungry to accumulate great exorbitant ammount of money. I prefer spend as a perdularium.
Brazilian people are, except us, the better ones, of course, as i would name like: 'selected people', despising. They're despising. I despise. You despise. He despises. She despises. It despises. The dog despises. We despise. You despise. They despise. Everybody despises. Please, i can not give my life to the smashing-money-making-machine. I am sorry.

1 Comments:

Blogger Guilherme N. M. Muzulon said...

My nobleman brother - as he would say to you the dear uncle Jajah - beautiful blog, is also good because you were able to and will can quaver that language that is me strange still. But there is a thing that inconveniences me face, so that to irritate for oh, take advantage of boy. if you don't eat well for oh it is something that already my full certainty and etc... The problems of your bill and everything the more goes and give a way brother. Now, only see vial of the certainties, the oldest baby wants to be angry. Suddenly I go oh with my father and the truth baby (that now is a muscular baby) to give you a punch in the face, comrade.

Observation: I wrote that for the translator, therefore you trie to understand by itself. Ok!

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