quinta-feira, 6 de março de 2014

I'M SORRY, MR. OBAMA


 
First bubble - Dilma question to Obama--It's truth walks you spying on me? Second bubble- In the second bubble is Obama who responds diplomatically - Dilma in Brazil who watches tapir is IBAMA and not OBAMA!
 
 
 
 
The humorous cartoon idealizes dialogue between the President of the United States and the President of Brazil,shared by the thousands by the social network Facebook, the purpose of the electronic spy denounced by former CIA technical Edward Snowden, 29, that is accused of spying for leaking sensitive information to U.S. security and reveal in some details of the monitoring programs that the country uses to spy on the American people - using servers of companies like Google, Apple and Facebook - and several countries in Europe and Latin America, including Brazil, including making monitoring conversations of President Dilma Rousseff with his top aides.
 
RECADIM OF Mineirim FALADASPEDRAS via Facebook

COMMENT OF Miner ( from State of Minas Gerais, Brazil)  Faladaspedras - via Facebook
 
 
  I'm sorry , Mr. Obama !
Stop giving explanations and act ethically and regard  with the partner countries.But the law of IBAMA (Brazilian INSTITUTE OF ENVIRONMENT  lookout, even when only environmental crime is paid . The crime may be up for dead tapir! (anta in Portuguese that means dumb person.
This crime is non-bailable .
In Brazil, Mr. Barack still prevails the law of polluterpays .Paid , can make the " shit " (cagada) again!In your country and in Europe , other governing principle :consumer X  pays .Now , " Ines is dead ! " I'll translate it , for you do not know that Luis de Camoes :Now , it's dancing day 's! So , we dance ...
Now , it's for Dilma (
President of Brazil) owner!
This antagonistic wheel I have also been " anta " , I have also danced .Not died , survived, but stopped !I stopped in contravention of environmental laws .Applicable laws and incident only on the backs of those who can not afford .As for the fines charged to me (and many are burdensome ! )I do not know before you die , pay the ...Appeal to sensitive environmental authorities in the State of Minas Gerais , in the sense of the zeal of the institutions by the human being , the people, the main actor , in the mean fuzzy environment , housed in our Constitution . Our Biggest Law , avant-garde in environmental legislation overcoming the Constitution of early social public policies , such as the United States , the black African descent and President , Mr. Barack Obama countries .

Post Scriptum -
Faladaspedras in "visible virtual nervous breakdown " outbreak " tic tac " , on the PC keyboard .Yeah, bitch with pain ... the emptiness in your pocket .'re Upset and depressed, the fate of parents who are not " milking the stones ."'re Sad because , keep them , the quarry , the ingenuity of biliary ,Minas Gerais that this is in the town of Gouveia , long're stopped and the fine is exorbitant, is " itapiocanga " .It's heavy stone on the back of the beast !It's heavy load , purchases furled back of the beast ,the engineer -turned- bricklayer.For 33 years he has been dedicated to building the stone laboring man ,to learn to understand that the dignity and citizenship ,are established only by the sweat of his face .Work yes , blessed , those who do not submit ,the crumbs and handouts donated by welfarism and / or patronage grafter .
Thankful motto , Rubens Silva !

Your " post" worked for me , simple and deadly , a medieval catapult throwing stones at the senseless wall of entrenched authorities in the dome of the temporal power .We know that the sound of the word is just straight power. Just remember the passage of trumpets and the siege of Jericho .Mermo huh ? Friend, companion , comrade .Good morning and proce everyone that reads !Who can remove Quise !
Patient reader who has come this far . Whew! Congratulations noble exercise of patience!The faladaspedras appreciates your kindness and attention.

INTERACTIVE VIA FACEBOOK (
dialogue between two friends Face)

 
Rubens Silva - Business is revive the quarry to continue milking worker ... meanwhile another milking runs rampant in Brasilia (also ) the fees of illicit enrichment ... but another still milking also gives the Northeast , where at poeirão one realizes cows being milked , directly producing milk powder by literal and political drought criminal .


    
Fernando Linhares - Zoya buddy ! As the portuga says . Look, Rubens Silva , I realize that we have much in common , in the category humanities . Their social and political reading is " Fax " , the understanding I have of that time Brazil . Turns out it's at least tragicomic , the " Catch- " I live here , in this constituency , anachronistic holdover from Vellha Republic , packed with crafty foxes . See, smart and tuned Friend : I got found a cooperative with cool seat , status and etcetera and such, to give sustainability to workers in the quarry , which dubbed " Family Stone " . By understanding the social redemption embraces the collective of the mother cell of society , ie , the nuclear family . That was on 12 / 09 /2005 , when we started a project on environmental education that prioritizes the recovery of degraded areas around the mine and the Mill community and develop craft activities for mothers and their adolescent children , to add to the family income group . A year later , an "anonymous denunciation " punitive action motivated the quarry , paralyzing her , incontinent. ( Which is illegal ! At the time, 70 families subsisted to that work, the only source of local income . Absurd is the largest municipal authority in collusion with an environmental adviser to COPAM - MG are the masterminds of this heinous crime , rather than the man living there . Why? for what? answer to you , after those seven years of idleness , while there is lawlessness ( iniquity ) , the " milking runs rampant in Brasilia by bribes of illicit enrichment " ... ( His Words .) Here that such ingenuity of the biliary also constituency , with the halter in the hands of local corrupt and happy people, cattle life ! from Furthermore, as no pactuo with these worms by principles inoculated into my being , like my parents . Tô out of the system ! Alongside the gear that shows signs of rust ... So I'm waiting leisurely , slow drag of environmental bureaucracy to release the reactivation of the quarry. Understood , Rubens ? It's not soft not , dear ! Moral of the story : The mayor was reelected , satisfied people to believe that he was the savior of the country , warning that was to run from the police , the " catch robbers ' invasion of the deposit . I 'm at a loss , to pay fines , age piling up and stretching process , but keep dreaming . Believing new day , new hope because I know that God has entrusted to me a purpose , deliverances I have deserved , whiten me that angels of light , garnish me . I have faith in the Lord , faith in life , faith in man , faith in my ideals . Again thank you , Rubens , in his wisdom and humility , knowing me auscultar.Pela their harmonious tolerance me realize the quality of being at the respect that I share . At the encouragement and motivation that enables me to continue to live like this . I credit this at my attitudes to be weighed and evaluated with judgment , by Judge Sovereign . When the He I deserve to attend, with the scrip shares of my being bored and bag that accumulated in fleeting experience of having. Amen ! Carpe diem to you , to me too !

    
Rubens Silva - to Fernando Linhares Dear friend , we can not play the same instrument but certainly we are under the same baton , with the pride of having him as the concertmaster master. Really the situation of our clod manly just is not more tragic because it turned into black humor, stage of the ablest clowns in the world. Congratulations on your commendable social initiative , unfortunately aborted by the perverse system still in force today . Being out of the system ends up being a matter of morality not to say personal safety . But God never puts anyone in a place where there is room for growth and Mr. should be sure to be taking advantage of that space venting . But rest easy in the knowledge that they received the shot with the bullet still in transit , finally backfires the evil adversary . Everything in this filthy world ends and bum , but his character will remain untouched under the wings of the Creator for eternity . A big hug

    
Fernando Linhares Gee ! Worth expect their fraternal message. The Divine Breath touched my heart through his word . Played together yes, Rubens Silva in the same horn section . The common of the two is that none of us want to be " a dumb and deaf reed , while all sing in unison ." Let us sing glory to the One , to ALL ! WHICH , WITHOUT IT WE , simple Nonada ! I'd rather be like you and your verb fostered by the Light of the Holy Spirit . I prefer to be like " a recorder that turns into melody , the murmur of hours , " fatigued . For the brave , noble and dedicated the next labor , even this far , I " remain untouched under the wings of the Creator for eternity . A Big Hug " solidarity , to you and your loved ones . Again thank you for the courtesy of listening , which encourages me to not fall apart , or give up the fight . Increasingly come to understand that only see well and others too, who has come from your heart just and harmonious look. God bless you , friend of the same suit and under the baton of the same True Master Conductor , Conductor of Cosmic Symphony this infinite universe.

    
Rubens Silva to  Fernando Linhares -Just be friends , that the blessing of the Eternal reaches us as His existence .

    
Fernando Linhares -  Now , I'll inspire me into a wise thrush , her singing and charm, arrodeado Poetry : Blessed is he that transfers what you know and learn what you teach .
    
I closed my eyes and asked for a favor in the wind : Take everything that is unnecessary. Ando tired of heavy luggage ... Going forward carry only what fits in your pocket and heart. Cora Coralina . Yeah , Rubens , " pareceno tamos " two characters of the Rose , the two patients treme -treme , maleitosa intermittent fever , foot of Old Chico in endless talk . Hours on end , recurring theme , each in different feminine vase to regret missed : They were cousins ​​and poor , found themselves miserable because, without being corespondidos loved it and now distant woman .
    
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Fernando Linhares- Our case has different common axis , love of neighbor and self, the love of the Creator. So a friend of a common standard , wherever you are, in the tense and distant Texas, or Western Caboclo our rich and as close Pantanal , I repeat , and I reply : " Wherever you are, do not forget me ." For you know very well that " genuine friendship is a holy medicine , a safe haven ." Inte !

    
Rubens Silva - Fernando Linhares , their friendship has been a great surprise that has made me grow a lot. I will never forget and that is kept 4 ever ! I still getting over a break here until Republicans and Democrats get along in the land of Uncle Sam , because this time I will invest in the immigrant Visa - giant white ahead.

    
Or will - Fernando Linhares , white elephant gift Athenian Greek conquest of Troy and Helena ? This so- immigrant Visa ? I do not know , ah! I assure you , with Barack Obama , the decline of power, his " cucaracho 's question ," a Golden Eagle " nunquinha " or "never " that will solve ...

    
Fernando Linhares afternoon , but there is still time , mr . Rubens green card , please remember to tell you a story flagship . A stranger in rags came out to find treasure until you get to the fifth , this round earth ... After losing everything and everyone returned to their wretched casebre.Ai then chan , chan chan ! ... It is next to , SEO Silva , I'm follow the trail of Scheherazade , the vizier 's daughter noble enchanted with his speech , the Persian Sultan Xariar , glutton for virgins and maidens , in revenge for the betrayal of his wife with a slave . Pissed off thug life he lived , slept all day with one of those , " ate at dinner and then killed . Did not trust a woman even more . Ai enters the story , smart and good prose , the Scheherazade . On the bump and grind there was never , ever stopped the tale , the most interesting part . This happened for a thousand and one nights . Sultan and I never killed the last night of desvirginadas smeared . Whether married the remarkable small , hatred poured down the drain . love .. won , comrade , with sly help and the great courage Scheherazade . Later still ... Hopefully , God will allow me pro new day dawn of growth and life, always thank for that and I ask nothing more . Amen .

    
Rubens Silva -Yes, never golden eagle , and I do not believe in a broad amnesty , maybe something similar , a kind of hush the immigrant suffered overseas ... But I hope somehow be contemplated at least 180 years to old when my gringo offspring reaching adulthood - if not conquer overseas , at least beyond! hahah

    
Rubens Silva- Great tale, waiting continued ... Driving it takes to do well in the fifteenth transshipment towards so miserable green- card or black one ... and then I wake up ! I just want to be near my son , with the right to come and go in God's green earth .

quarta-feira, 5 de março de 2014

THE BEST AFRODISIAC IS A SIMPLE DE CLARATION OF LOVE

The best aphrodisiac is a declaration of love.The G-spot is in the ears. Useless seek them elsewhere.

Something simple, natural and well deep I already intuited long ago and now, to the Facebook stripped and tracked broadband, GPS coordinates of the point G of women. So coveted, so skin deep and so close to the eyes of those who want to ...
Because of that I'm the poet Ruben Alves: Speech, female / male is the phallus, vaginal whisper in the ear, flower carnation pink or soft, penetrating and captivating word bittersweet honey, love ...
"Women like being told words of love. The G-spot is in the ears. Useless seek them elsewhere"
... Do not have a G-spot, but two, one on each side of the head, and no need to take our clothes off to leave us in awe. Talk guys. Tell all they feel for us. I agree with the author (Martha Medeiros) of "The House of the Spirits": the best aphrodisiac is a declaration of love

Donate wings itself and realise dreams through attitudes



   Thought , word and deed , anchor welfare
 

The youngest son Rafa in my house in the countryside with his siblings and dog, Juca. Smile, you are being photographed...



 
You have science that God heals , not you, Rafael ? You that, in ancient and good seed is hard shell . You who are " rapa pot " , our youngest boy . Holder that is , DNA high competence , fruit on the goodwill of its dominant gene . That in his long and prodigious childhood felt abused, penetrated by rude " speech " of others. Now , " said to be " better, also hears only those who " tells " of " their" being . I conclude that lacks freedom.

 
Doe is a pair of wings , so !
Time to meditation

Living in the countryside is reflected quality of life improves the skin without the use of botox

Donate a pair of wings then!

Long ago living amid water and clean air has gained wings to perform my best dreams

Rafael in the reality of his old, happy childhood

Seaside, reveals the light stamped happiness in the smile of brothers

I , as a father who loves you , I suggest moderation. Not so much that elevates the sea , do not lie down to earth , snake crawling that feeds the dust scattered on your walking . You , man of faith , will become the fire of love in man standing erect , closer to the Creator which is manifest in us . Untie your knots and allow yourself to receive the warmth of the Lord , " introduction " in this era of aquarium that is your birthright .

 
Going forward and if you want , everything can be different, with the help of Western medicine , the ancient medical rationale , functionality quantum , yoga , psychology, music, a massage hands under warm , loving and maternal , "pa " mining " air " tooth of a present father , his guitar , his own song , the affection of his brethren .The stage , which he still is in force are in search of health and is of multifactorial genesis . Is convergent in its matter and spirit , it is necessary , it anchors to stick to a safe haven . Thoughts , words and actions that emanate from you , child of God ( and that is healing ) need their wake , not to exacerbate and hang at the ends of ambiguous polarity. Need to understand , accept , serve up this range of interdisciplinarity that is one itself . That unites and until , the real world of ordinary humans , where you need to live , to grow and to do justice , to the deserving to be here and now . Flying is accurate, also dream , Thus lack of compass to guide us among ordinary mortals in this little world beast that is still our place of abode. God willing , together and for a long time. Be happy, son. I trust you. With humility and gratitude.His father , life eternal apprentice.Reflection after experiencing healing in Ashram in Chapada dos Veadeiros
 
Kobuburgo, beginning January 2012

segunda-feira, 3 de março de 2014

Deep roots connected to moral principles irrigate quality of life in mind and heart


Deep roots connected to vital principles carream in our minds and hearts as firmly as the wood element in benefits in quality of life with life

I agree in gender, number and ... God gives me this
degree of seed-and fruit.
A good character has a permanent production and not only in season.
"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them." Matthew 7:20.

For me it is simple, natural and deep,
the pleasurable act of catucar words, be root, seed, or fruit.

THANK MY GOD FOR EVERYTHING





EVERY DAY I THANK THE PRESENCE OF GOD IN MY LIFE
With each day, I the presence,
of Love , Light and Peacethat is the Lord God ,
 
in my life with Life .You have to love anyway
 
a corner of Macau or New York .With or without rhyme , I need love.A deserved reward comes as heritageone who practices actsthat one day will take
 
to dwell in the kingdom of heaven .I thank God ,
 
the boon of the giftsI borrowed there ,especially being a father ,Rafael , Mariana and Danniel .Shovel and mining , revelation of my Ra Ma DanLover of nature , people and stones am.Appreciate say that my litlle daughter, "minha fia" and my  two sons,
"dois fios", two wires
Today I just want to say: Thank  my God for everything!
beings that God gave me a loan , to learn to be a father .There are three rough diamonds to the path of stones found .Under the action of time that isthe inexorable element of transformation ,it is nevertheless unique and individual to them,"us three wires " the polish is the love itself ,
 
until reaching the bright star ,even living in this blessed Mother Earth ...Children , and I 'll do it anymore,
 
every time my heart would speak with God
 
and who I think deserve inspire me .Thank you, by the presence ,plot as indelible and indispensablesewn into the plot of my chest ,three strands strong , bright and brave .When you are far away, in the routine of lifewrapped in the pall of the metropolis ,
 
remember what I always say
 
I am prosperous without being rich.I am happy because I have the treasure of youth in me .I could see , the good fortune to cherish in my hands ,the most beautiful diamonds I have ever seen ,Nonada one of my own brilliance .You are the branches , the answer to the future ,the bond , the radical of my story .My holy Ramadan
 
that runs through the whole cycle ,
 
between dawn and sunset
 
of my existence profane .
 
No fasting and way of being Muslim.

 

À CADA DIA AGRADEÇO A PRESENÇA DE DEUS EM MINHA VIDA



À cada dia, eu agradeço, 
a presença do Amor, da Luz e da Paz 
que é o Senhor Deus,
 em minha vida com Vida.
É preciso amor de qualquer jeito,

 numa esquina de Belém ou Beagá.
Com rima ou sem, eu preciso amar.
A merecida recompensa vem como herança 

àquele que pratica atos
que um dia o levarão
 a habitar o reino dos céus. 
Agradeço a Deus,

 pela benesse dos dons que
me há emprestado, 
em especial o de ser pai, 
de Rafael, Mariana e Danniel. 
Pá e lavra, revelação do meu Ra Ma Dã.
Amante da natureza, das pessoas e das pedras sou.
Aprecio dizer que a "fia" e os dois "fio",

seres que Deus por empréstimo me cedeu, pra aprender ser pai.
São três diamantes brutos que no caminho das pedras encontrei.
Sob a ação do Tempo que é, 

o inexorável elemento da transformação, 
cabe todavia, exclusiva e individualmente à eles, 
"us treis fio", o lapidar-se, o amar-se,
 até o alcançar do brilho de estrela, 
mesmo vivente nessa abençoada Mãe Terra... 

Filhos, fiz e farei mais isso,

 toda vez que meu coração quiser falar com Deus
 e quem eu achar que mereça me inspirar.
Agradeço a vocês, pela presença, 

como trama indelével e imprescindível 
costurada no enredo de meu peito, 
por três fios fortes, brilhantes e valentes.
Quando estiverem lá longe, na rotina da vida

embrulhada na cortina de fumaça da metrópole,
 lembrem-se do que sempre digo
 que sou próspero sem ser rico.
Sou feliz, pois tenho o tesouro da juventude em mim.
Pude perceber, na boa ventura de acalentar em minhas mãos, 

os mais belos diamantes que já vi,
uma nonada de meu próprio brilho. 
Vocês são a ramada, a resposta pro futuro, 

do liame, do radical da minha história.
Meu ramadã sagrado

 que percorre todo o ciclo,
 entre o alvorecer e o por do sol
 da minha existência de profano.
 Sem o jejum e o jeito de ser muçulmano.

I thank my parents, Realino and Marina, simplicity and loveliness of caring and captivate their offspring managed to help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child



 
My mother Marina, a flower garden in medieval Venice. Hands touching a rose.
This inner child keeps sending me insights and Transforming me to be happy
I thank my parents , Realino and Marina , simplicity and loveliness in care and captivate their offspring could help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child. Best of all rather than elderly senile , I'm that lucky guy , health , joy of life and so I give thanks to God !Happy Children's Day to all ! Amen too!
 
 
 
CHILD, THE CIRCUS , THE FATHER , MOTHER , AND THE  CLOWN (PAIAÇO)Smell of popcorn in the air . I want ! Blue cotton candy . Give it to me .My dad takes me in hand at the top of my joy in the stands tough of a poor circus in Bahia street .Today it spectacle? Has yes sir !Has paiaço street ? Has yes sir !Have the glow of the moon ? Has yes sir !And what is the palhaço ? It Muie thief !And what is the clown ? It Muie thief !Woman or man, know to measure contentment and happiness of a four year old boy walking hand in hand with his father , dazzling with sound and lights , that brave new world .The enchantment and magic in his first and only time on a modest canvas threadbare circus , in Bahia street ( Beagá ) .It's been fifty years ( gee, let leak my age ), but honestly , every time I open the window and visit this picture inside me , the fantasy that sensitive boy comes up , dying a thousand shades of the outfit clown who keeps screaming that is ...It Muie thief ! And the heart barrel chest, disparaLegal , right ? I am happy and do not remember !Tic - tac , tic - tac , Santa trabaia , trabaia ,Works without cease , working day and night ,Family supports ,Tic - tac , tic - tac , tic - tac , tic - tac .I was seven when I built these simple verses to hero father . The Brazil had just won his first Cup . Mom held for more than one year in their breasts , their last and greedy son, our brother Paulinho . The she delighted, verses, presented him with a needle and thimble spool . Check it : already throbbing vein philosopher in me ! " What is essential is invisible to the eye " : to be happy for a child is very simple .This is small beginning of my memory (I confess that I have several files saved will be another time targets ) are part of my history stored in a brain much more powerful than a Microsoft one such story of Bill Gates and I'm doing is a warning to navigators ( as they said in the Voice of Brazil , in the age of radio) to remind you : who carries stone, judgment has not always soft.Hello, hello garotaaaada !This square is coming in from the world of imagination and FREE , Gran Circo Ojuara !That on the contrary, shows its family face!Hey there ! Explore your talent . Leave the audience . Take the butt seat . Be tightrope walker , go up on stage , show your vein artist .It is a lot of excitement ! It adrenaline ! The challenge is our energy . Come be watchmaker, public official , ballerina , clown, dwarf !Have depression ? Pain of the soul ? View the magic that soothes .Come, come , come all ! Bring your parents .Dear parents , if invite , bring your kids .But it becomes more a fool , you can lose some points .Sit down young ? If delivered to a beautiful dance . Feel old ? Acknowledge your child .Open your heart to see the lion king, REI ALI NO, in the arena inside the cage , his workshop , playing with his tamer MARINA ...Special edition ( better to say , the first ) the Company Linhares so many successes in other places , has proudly honored to present for young and not so much in this beautiful stone patio covered by our circus canvas .Tchan ! Tchan ! Tchan !The spectacular! The magnificent Self titled : Intelligent Head Boy , Braveheart of FatherCounting , inventing and improving the plight of Araújo , a couple out of Porto by MARINA REAL INO de Vasconcelos , sailed the great sea of ​​life , crossed the waves , generated eight children and after sixty years and three generations , reached as true " Araújos " " Heaven Brigadier , " Peace , Love. Because Love is in the air and everywhere .You need to live. I also need to navigate.by, Fernando of stones Linhares de Araújo , son of Realino and Marina , which has embarked on the long journey home to vote in the Our Father .from,Kobuburgo that in past ages , has been Pasargadae , ( there I am a friend of the king ) in many stages of the life of my child and happy .Inspired by this boy internal and eternal , in October 2006 .Along with three children Marli Cunha , friend and neighbor who had already played in other wheel , Child Parties eight to eighty, in the neighborhood Saint Luke , in the same city that chose to live for 33 years .We (sons of  neighboor, me, our sons, Mariana and Rafael Linhares ) musicalizar got this text and throw stones in the courtyard of the Coopita ( Stone Co-op) a real circus , bleachers , wood and stone, plastic canvas , master of ceremonies , even a donkey happened !With clowns , boys and girls galore ( over three hundred ) , band music, theater , popcorn and cotton candy blue , complete with shopping and goodies strawman thousand.The show was joy in the history of the provincial town , this unique presentation of Gran Circo Ojuara that unlike , shows the face of family and your Company Linhares , flagship tells the saga of Araújo , starring Realino and Marina , our parents , happy ventura and lavishness .The " whole of the Opera" is much more extensive in their family history , or rather : wordy !In this garrulous old style apprentice columnist .As obedient boy 's board " aunt " Sonia Vasconcelos I affectionately teaches that one must be contained in the writings via Face .His voracity superficial reading " fast food " which is a Big Mac hamburger , McDonald's that even China is the delight of the children and bourgeois hungry ! So I held the gluttony of writing !Truth be told : Just a little , dear dear reader !I thank my parents , Realino and Marina , simplicity and loveliness in care and captivate their offspring could help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child. Best of all rather than elderly senile , I'm that lucky guy , health , joy of life and so I give thanks to God !Happy Children's Day to all ! Amen too!
 
 


A CRIANÇA, O CIRCO, O PAI, A MÃE, OS PAIAÇO

Cheiro de pipoca no ar. Eu quero! Azul de algodão doce. Dá pra mim.
Meu pai me leva de mãos dadas ao mais alto da minha alegria, na arquibancada dura de um pobre circo na Rua da Bahia.
Hoje tem espetáculo? Tem sim senhor!
Tem paiaço de rua? Tem sim senhor!
Tem o brilho da lua? Tem sim senhor!
E o paiaço o que é? É ladrão de Muié!
E o palhaço o que é? É ladrão de Muié!
Mulher ou homem algum, sabem medir o contentamento e a felicidade de um menino de quatro anos caminhando de mãos dadas com seu pai, deslumbrando com o som e as luzes,daquele admirável mundo novo.
O encantamento e a magia na sua primeira e única vez em um modesto circo de lona puída, na Rua da Bahia (Beagá).
Já se passaram cinqüenta anos (puxa, deixei vazar a minha idade!), mas com sinceridade, toda vez que abro a janela e visito este quadro dentro de mim, a fantasia daquele menino sensível vem à tona, tingindo em mil tons a indumentária do palhaço que continua gritando o que é... 
É ladrão de muié! E o coração tambor do peito, disparaLegal, né? Eu sou feliz e não lembrava!
Tic-tac, tic-tac, Papai trabaia, trabaia,
Trabalha sem cessa, Dia e noite trabalhando,
Para a família sustenta,
Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac.
Tinha sete anos quando construí estes simples versos ao pai herói. O Brasil acabara de ganhar sua primeira Copa. Mamãe sustentava, há mais de um ano em seus seios fartos, seu último e guloso filho, nosso irmão Paulinho. A ela não agradei versos, a presenteei com um carretel agulhas e dedal. Vejam só: já pulsava em mim a veia filosofal! “O essencial é invisível para os olhos”: ser feliz para uma criança é muito simples.
Este é pequeno princípio da minha memória (confesso que tenho vários arquivos salvos, outra hora serão alvos) são parte da minha história guardada em um cérebro muito mais possante que um Microsoft de um tal de Bill Gates e o relato que estou fazendo é um aviso aos navegantes (como se dizia na Voz do Brasil, na era do rádio) para lembrar que: quem carrega pedra, nem sempre tem juízo mole.
Alô, alô garotaaaada!
Está chegando nesta praça, vindo do mundo da imaginação e de GRAÇA, o Gran Circo OJUARA! 
Que ao contrário, mostra a sua cara!
Ei você aí! Explore seu talento. Saia da platéia. Tire a bunda do assento. Seja equilibrista, suba pro palco, mostre sua veia de artista.
È muita emoção! É adrenalina! O desafio é nossa energia. Venha ser relojoeiro, pública funcionária, bailarina, paiaço, anão!
Tem depressão? Dor de alma? Vista a magia que acalma.
Venham, venham, venham todos! Tragam seus pais. 
Senhores pais, se convidem, tragam seus filhos.
Mas não se torne mais um tonto, pode perder alguns pontos. 
Sente-se jovem? Se entregue a uma bela dança. Se sente velho? Reconheça a sua criança.
Abra o coração para ver o leão REI ALI NO picadeiro dentro da jaula, sua oficina, brincando com sua domadora MARINA...

Em edição especial (melhor dizer, a primeira) a Companhia Linhares de tantos sucessos em outras paragens, orgulhosamente tem a honra de apresentar para jovens e os nem tanto, nesse pátio belo de pedras coberto por nosso circo de lona.
Tchan!Tchan!Tchan!
O espetacular! O magnífico Auto intitulado: Cabeça Inteligente de Menino, Coração Valente de Pai.
Contando, inventando e aumentando a saga dos Araújo, um casal que saindo de Porto REAL INO pela MARINA de Vasconcelos, singraram o grande mar da vida, Atravessou as ondas, geraram oito filhos e após sessenta anos e três gerações, alcançaram como verdadeiros “araújos”, o “Céu de Brigadeiro”, a Paz, o Amor. Porque o Amor está no ar e em todo lugar.
É preciso viver. Também preciso de navegar.

By,
Fernando das Pedras Linhares de Araújo, filho de Realino e Marina, que já embarcaram na grande viagem de vota pra casa do Pai Nosso.
From,
Kobuburgo que nas eras passadas, já foi Pasárgada, (lá sou amigo do rei) em muitas etapas dessa minha vida de criança e feliz.
Inspirado por esse menino interno e eterno, em Outubro de 2006.
Junto com três filhos de Marli Cunha,amiga e vizinha que já tinha brincado de roda em outras, Festas da Criança de oito a oitenta anos, no bairro São Lucas, na mesma cidade que escolhi viver há 33 anos.
Nós (eu, Mariana e Rafael Linhares) conseguimos musicalizar esse texto e lançar no pátio das pedras da Coopita, um circo de verdade, arquibancada de pau e pedra, lona de plástico preto, mestre de cerimônias, até um burrico aconteceu!
Com palhaços, meninos e meninas de montão ( mais de trezentos), banda de música, teatro, pipoca e azul de algodão doce, com direito a carrinho de pipoqueiro e guloseimas mil.
O show de alegria ficou na história da cidade provinciana, nessa única apresentação do Gran Circo OJUARA que ao contrário, mostra a cara da família e sua Companhia Linhares, carro chefe que conta a saga dos Araújo, protagonizada por Realino e Marina, nossos pais, de feliz ventura e prodigalidade.
O “conjunto da ópera” é bem mais extenso na sua historiografia familiar, melhor dizendo: prolixo!
No velho estilo verborrágico desse aprendiz de escrivinhador.
Na qualidade de menino obediente ao conselho da “tia” Sônia Vasconcelos que me ensina carinhosamente que é preciso ser mais contido nos escritos via Face. 
Sua voracidade superficial na leitura “fast food” é qual a um hambúrguer BigMac, da McDonald’s que até na China faz a alegria da criançada burguesa e faminta! Então me contive a gula da escrita!
Verdade seja dita: Só um pouquinho, caro amigo leitor!

Agradeço aos meus pais, Realino e Marina, na simplicidade e amorosidade no cuidar e cativar suas crias conseguiram me ajudar na metamorfose à ser esta perene criança. Melhor de tudo que ao invés de idoso senil, eu sou esse cara sortudo, saúde, contentamento de vida e por isso dou graças à Deus!

Feliz dia das crianças a todos! Amém também!
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