He did not import nobody in the party, nor sardentinhas, nor mulatinhas or the group esnobe of patricinhas, needed to catch some thing in the table or would pass badly, but in the way sights it, was it. It would count to all the poems to it that made thinking about it, girls adores poems, that knew almost all the neighboring cities, girls adore boys interesting, and in a magician pass it imagined already them in that ice cream parlor of the esquina, it would take all the afternoons there and would buy it all the ices cream that it wanted, would go with it to shoppings, never understand why girls adored shoppings, what it does not become for love? The back one already was dormente and nothing of Glorinha to stop, it always went of a side for another one talking with somebody, in a fast instant it launched it a look, it if it disarranged, it had noticed its presence, it had perceived. It delighted itself with one docinho, and it imagined the flavor of those lips in heart format. The last dance initiated, it was come close and when it opens the mouth, somebody the flame: – and this It has people that she must not nor only have been born because of intromissions as these, but to make what, she was to help such Landmarks to open the door of the bathroom that emperrou, of far saw the Glorinha beautiful dancing, ah! As corpinho had to be light that one, all had beaten to palms, it nor perceive that music it had stopped to touch. Already almost the side of an attack, decided that it was hour to break jejum, Glorinha, Glorinha, where is Glorinha? It ran for front of the school and of far it sighted Glorinha, the angel who does not keep it and he tries yes it, it ran, deep breath, it held the light arm to it of and this oi, but the bus of it already was to the wait, it if it capsized and it asked if it wanted some thing, with a delicate smile, but it only balanced the head negative, it went up and he ordered one I wave one disappointed, it in such a way to it seated, it emudeceu, the bus left. It thought: – one day I speak, pra that haste? House with the hands in the pocket walked in return pra, – any day it really will go to the door of my house and to invite will come me to take an ice cream, or to dance, or to travel, or to read poems