Salomão Rovedo
The facebook diaries (IV)
Under the chaos of the Covid Pandemic
Rio de Janeiro 2021
Introduction
This volume IV of the Facebook Diaries – which I intend to be the last – started by putting together the notes that slipped out of volume III, part of emails I exchanged with blogger and writer Barbara Maidel, as well as other
commitments, including some lackluster poetry.
The exchanges of barbs with the intellectual Francemir Barra (and so many others who frequent the Facebook pages with the intention of improving living in this land, excluding bandits and criminals) deserve mention , due to the importance of observations and interferences. But, in the case of Francemir Barra, both the texts and the author are fractal and erratic, so they deserve special and more adequate treatment than these simple lines.
It was appropriate for these best intentions when, not so suddenly, as seeds had sprouted in mid-2019, like the tenebrous bubonic plague, Planet Earth was ravaged by the Covid-19 Pandemic, leaving us – so to speak – in pants short.
I still had hopes unfurled telling that – according to scientific data – the 19th member of the Corona clan would leave us alone in this year of 2020, but the simple memory of his older relatives, who foisted on us Chickenpox, Measles, AIDS, Zika , the Dengue – an endless lineage that doesn't fit here – has
despaired of me by guaranteeing that this unwanted son-of-a-bitch guest will stay with us forever.
And it will be like that, because our mercantilist science, instead of fighting it, seeks to immunize us, a tactic that any snotty virus can overcome with one foot on its back.
Rio de Janeiro, Cachambi, August, 2020.
(English version: July, 2021)
10 Poems under the yoke of the Pandemic.
ONE
Love. How are you? - I am fine. - Are you alone? - Yes, alone. - Do you have wine? - Yes a lot. - I'll take cheese and cold cuts. Is there a lot of food there? - Until the end of the world. - Shall we quarantine together? - Just in time! - Put the vodka in the freezer. Do you have alcohol gel? - Yes. - I'll take condoms. I'll be there soon. - Don't delay. - Take care. - Kisses.
TWO
At this time, it's worth having a hanger to hang your homesickness. Have a friend to remember even if he has forgotten you. Mostly a love to remember, even if she doesn't love you anymore and lives back and forth with a bearded guy. Keep in mind not to lose touch, taste, smell, the rounded shape of women's shame.
THREE
You know those relatives who don't even remember you anymore? Take the lyrics, give them a flag: keep liking them and them. Pretend the world is beautiful and nothing will diminish this beauty.
FOUR
Always have at hand a love available, from the many you sowed. A love is always a love, even if it does not bear tears. No need to talk, just a whatsapp , messenger or instagram, and again the miracle will be done, from the ashes love will be reborn, lived?
FIVE
Hello! The sun came out. Clouds disperse the air. The heat arrived. Pollution even decreased. The pandemic is over! Everyone to the beach! Put tthe beer to cool, rock salt in the steak, drumming in the backyard. Let's take the difference, speed, speed, let's run wild. Calm down, slow down, less, it's not that much, it's April 1st!
SIX
Declaration: – I die of Covid for you, love. Is that you? Die for me too? It doesn't matter that you don't die. I lied too.
SEVEN
Windows have never been so inhabited. Far from fear and customs, they disdain boredom, nervous laughter arises, defy decrees. Breasts exposed, nakedness
unfurled, birds fluttering: they are angels without fear of spreading love. Small angels who know everything about passion without fear flit.
EIGHT
Declaration letter made to my grandchildren: – Dear grandchildren, forgive me, for this shit of Planet Earth that I leave as an inheritance for you. (Give a Ctrl +C / Ctrl +V and share).
NINE
If I had the dynamism of 20 years – Covid-19 or without it – I wouldn't let go of the cosmic laser with which your eyes hurt my tired retina.
TEN
For so long I hung on her legs, kissed her pinched nails with Coty enamel , suffered with my knees, the wobbles that threw me away, leaving bruises and bruises, I licked her purple lip with Natura lipstick. Until one day I forgave her.
In another note of the on a page used the expression "on ass of the world", to which I hasten to explain and correct. hospedado the inn Caburé in Lençóis Maranhenses, formerly inhospitable region, vast sea of sand, desert with fresh water pockets (one beautiful world), the manager shows me the Guestbook to say - grudgingly - that Nelson Piquet passed there. The irritation was because Piquet wrote in the book: “I'm here, in the ass of the world” – and followed the note around. I tried to calm him down: "Do not be upset, the Nelson Piquet was always so polite irreverent and evil." Talking to a local fisherman, conversation goes, conversation comes, he says to me: "When I got here, it was the
beginning of the world!" He meant that the place was arid, ungrateful in nature, difficult and unproductive for human life, as in the beginning of the world.
Nélson Piquet and I are wrong: both that man who decided to plant a family in the center of a reeds and the fisherman from Barreirinhas live, not in the ass of the world, but in the advent of nature, at the beginning of the universe – at the beginning of the world!
The case of Petrobras is on the lips of the people. It is not for less: the naked truth came out, now do not give to get the horse from the rain. The government has become Joana's mother's house, everyone gets their hands on it! Now Ines
is dead. It is the final straw! Dona Dilma played Santa with a hollow wood, by Pilate – she washed her hands. A lot of people want to act like João without an arm – it's no use, whoever tells a friend is: the thing is black! Although the rope always snaps on the weaker side, it wasn't this time. A lot of figures fell! The cow went to the swamp with rope and everything. Well, they try to hush up the case, but the people set up a shack – it's better to soak the beard. Before the election they poured a bucket of cold water. Aécio Neves yellowed, being part of the system, took his horse out of the rain. He left Dona Dilma Vana Rousseff free to be reelected. But the Federal Police tightened up and officials banged their tongues against their teeth. Very picky, pickpocket, put his mouth on the trombone. Some are just scapegoats, but most have fallen off their horse. But nobody lets go of the bone, nobody gets fired, nobody gets punished. The break in Petrobras is already costing us an arm and a leg! And if someone offers to return some, it's because there's still a lot hidden. Crying over spilled milk doesn't help – you have to fire! And while the government is acting like Zé Mané, let's call the Denúncia Hotline, let's do it or go down! That's how Collor and Nixon found their asses in the water. It's time to peel the pineapple, lower the stick, lower the firewood!
I chose the best series of 2014: Rake – from Australian TV. Written and starring Richard Roxburgh, it tells the adventures of the “brilliant” Cleaver Greene, a libertine and self-destructive Sydney lawyer. How to describe the hero? He says he “found” wisdom on the road to Damascus; likes to love recklessly; gets bogged down in debt; sponsors the indefensible; defends lost causes. That
“epicenter of chaos” is Cleaver Greene, an anti-hero who learns nothing in the world and doesn't want to change it. With each passing day he gets worse than he is – a genuine addict. Cleaver lives in constant search, between ups and downs, runs fast and gets nowhere. When you least expect it, he's in a limo with the wrong woman. Then the husband discovers the case and makes it a point of honor to destroy the hero. Money for him is nothing and everything: he lives tight, he owes God and the world, no money in his pocket, but he enjoys the good life. In addition, he isbooze , sniffer and moth joints. He has delirium tremens and hallucinations when he sleeps. The series comes out on + GSat ; Fox USA bought the American version; France announces the Gallic variant.
Richard Roxburgh is amused by these versions, which have to be adapted to each country, without any resemblance to the original creation. But he doesn't complain about the dindim he receives for copyright. Will the Brazilian version come out?
I also chose the worst TV show 2014. Hard stop. I left the commercial area, where I only watch news and sports, to stay on cable TV (sometimes cable to tail). The Oscar is divided between the program “Arte em Movimento”, presented by Gisele Kato on the Arte1 channel, whose synopsis announces
“everything that happens in all the arts: music, literature, theater, dance, visual arts, cinema and photography”. The poop that spoils the Arte1 channel is this: it gathered in a bag of cats everything that floats in the air, under the aegis of Arte, compressed for us to swallow. Furthermore, Gisele Kato has a louder voice than a soprano – she screams instead of narrating. Another worse program of 2014 is “Oficina Motor”, on the G+ channel, in which “three car lovers: a driver (sic) (Michelle de Jesus), a specialized journalist (Henrique Koifman) and a fanatical journalist (Lipe Paiga) go receive a distinguished guest every week:
the car”. The program consists of traveling around the world, taking the car, taking a walk, and praising – all are perfect, excellent! Even an old Rural Willys truck joined the dance! So, the guys travel, stay, eat, drink – who knows what else – just fine and clutter the TV with this stuff! I do not care. In good São Paulo: I never took a license, so as not to break traffic lights or be mugged in the lighthouse at flooding points.
Garden of Meier Bandstand at Jardim do Meier. I inform you that I am
disengaging myself from the professional activities of Customs Broker, which began in 1962. I am grateful to the colleagues and professionals I have met throughout this trajectory, many of whom I have become friends with. Special thanks to Franklin Machado, Paul Charlier and Ângela Alvaro (AzSolutio), people who love the sea , and passionate about ports and customs. I will be assuming the position of Guard of Gardens and Squares, assigned to Jardim do Meier, where there is still a bandstand, lambe-lambe, preaching the gospel, playing cards, checkers and chess on weekends.
"By seeing so many nullities triumph, by seeing dishonor prosper, by seeing injustice grow so much, by seeing the powers soar in the hands of the wicked, man comes to despair of virtue, to laugh at honor, to be ashamed to be honest.
Once, the man who had the stain in his life was a man lost forever—his political
careers were closed to him. There was a watchful watchman, whose severity everyone feared, and who, lit from above, guarded the surroundings, like a beacon that never goes out, for the sake of honor, justice, and morality. And in this general destruction of our institutions, the greatest of all ruins, is the ruin of justice, collaborated by the action of public men, by the interest of our parties, by the constant influence of our Governments. And in this crumbling of justice, the most serious of all the ruins is the lack of penalty for confessed criminals, it is the lack of punishment when a crime is pointed out that involves a powerful name, appointed, indicated, that everyone knows.” (Rui Barbosa –
Parliamentary Speeches).
All the Creator's errors and incompetences reached their climax in man. As part of a mechanism, man is the worst of all; compared to it, even a salmon or a staph are solid and efficient machines. Man carries the worst kidneys known to comparative zoology, the worst lungs and the worst heart. Their eyes,
considering the work they are required to do, are less efficient than the eye of an earthworm; the inventor of such an optical apparatus, capable of making such an instrument, should be beaten by his customers. Unlike all animals, terrestrial, celestial or marine, man is incapable, by nature, of leaving the world in which he inhabits. You need to dress, protect and arm yourself to survive. It is eternally in the position of a turtle born without a shell, a hairless dog, or a finless fish. Without its heavy and clumsy carapace, it is defenseless even against flies. And God did not give him even a tail to scare them away” . HL Mencken - The Book of Insults.
Corruption , price increases , high interest rates, inflation, tightening of Social Benefits for Workers – Zero Hunger, Better Living, Popular Pharmacy, Brazil Sem Miséria, Minha Casa Minha Vida, etc. You can write in the notebook that all this will happen in the next term of Dona Dilma. Putting the fox Joaquim Levy – Bradesco director – to take care of the chicken coop, Dona Dilma is increasingly similar to Aécio Neves and capitalist governments aligned with Wall Street . Is it a sign that he's trying to set us up for another one : to name a candidate for his succession? Who will be the candidate? I'm betting on this boy who won't leave her side, the son of the Army General, former head of the
Superior War College, Oswaldo Muniz Oliva. Himself - Aloizio Mercadante Oliva. Do not be surprised: even if Dilma does not join the PSDB, she will be
executing a policy associated with global capitalism. With this moral deflation, how much will Four Fingers be charging per lecture? Is there anyone who still wants to hear it? Whatever it is, it is certain that soon we will hear President Dilma declare: – Forget what I said! Forget what I promised.
To where will be going this class, my God? First Valdir said he was going to buy cigarettes. One day he arrived here: – What is it like, is there that girl from Minas? No, I didn't have it, but I found a remnant of Vodka Kovak : – Ah, here it is, it still slaps. I poured half an American glass, he sniffed, turned, clicked his tongue: – Is there more? Then Luiz Barriga lay down. I arrived at Bar Riga: – Luiz, my wife ran away with Ricardão and I'm broke! - So you came to the right place! He used two cold gins, one for me and one for him. For the flu it was honeydew: sugarcane, honey and lemon. Always in pairs. In the other band, Zeca never returned to São Bento. Zeca was invisible, making his presence known with gifts left at the door of relatives and friends. The São Francisco Market, the table surrounded by friends, the dry shrimp hill, dozens of deer. And Silva, who used to stop at the Messias Bar? It was the first to adopt Itaipava Litro. How Silva drank and smoked, singing possible loves -. Anita and Claudia say so. To where were the guys, guys? And Quincas? João Bala?
Saloca ? Quincas is alive with the silva nibbling groggy at the Boteco. João Bala has been collecting wood around. And Saloca is drying bottles of Heineken in Egídio and then he's going to piss on Orlando Silva's statue, in Cachambi!
It has cousins and cousins. Having cousins is a fortune like any other. The cousins settle up degrees – the older ones –, down the stairs – younger – so the want is superbly exploited. In this way, from every side that primes come, they bring a range of experiences of inexpressible holiness. And the cousins? Ah, the cousins rekindle all the spectacular, blazing luminosity that was hidden away, hidden in the pleated folds of life. Suddenly the day becomes brighter, the radiant sun – no matter the 45° in the shade – scatters rays across the sand and sparkles like a precious stone. Have I explained clearly the good that cousins do?
But the cousins also make the day more joyful, when in a magnificent lapse, of remarkable and superb majesty, he presents the splendid tiquira from Santa Quitéria and a fine kilo of dried shrimp from Tutóia. Thank you Antônio
Nicolau Júnior, well honor your old father's name by acting like a sage, when he had the idea of giving this poor exiled king such sumptuous pampering.
Was the Charlie case an attack on Freedom of Expression? None of that! The Coalition wants it that way to justify the crimes it commits. Who imagines humanist and pacifist France, part of the Coalition, firing missiles, destroying cities, oil refineries, killing innocents? The Charlie case is a response to
Coalition attacks. But the Great Press (which does not have Freedom of
Expression), focuses precisely on the issue that moves society. There were those who paralleled Charlie – The Quibbler. At Pasquim, Freedom of Expression lasted until Millôr Fernandes left. The campaign against the Mafia in White – Doctors, Hospitals, Clinics and Laboratories, was the Black Box of Freedom of Expression in Pasquim. The campaign ended suddenly! The Mafia in White works until today: neither the Government nor the Police can contain it. To fight terrorism it is easy:
1) Extinguish the Coalition;
2) Recognize the Palestinian State.
No newspaper uses Freedom of Expression to point out the deaths of civilians, children, women, elderly and young people in the bombings – the famous Side Effect, a true crime against humanity! Following the analogy: will France indemnify the victims' families with the same generosity that we pay the gang at O Pasquim? Never!
Is Brazil privileged? About 10% of the planet's fresh water is here. It is twice that of Australia and Oceania, 42% of Europe and 25% of Africa. Brazil
receives abundant rainfall throughout the year. Is Brazil a privileged country?
No fucking thing! There is a shortage and will be scarce water in the largest cities in the country. By table, there is also a lack of electricity. What does that mean? Our system encompasses the use of drinking water in four ways of
consumption: 1) industry; 2) electricity; 3) human use; 4) waste. The production of “clean energy” is supported by hydroelectric dams, dams and dams that are drying up. The profit is big, that's why the amount of construction is equal to Cyclopes: 206 hydroelectric, 3 nuclear, 30 of natural gas, 4 oil and coal, 1,300 thermoelectric! Of course, the thermoelectric power plant is the one that
pollutes the most, aggravates global warming. And it makes more profit! The construction of hydroelectric dams, dams, thermal, wind and dams (which will
flood productive land, cities and dam lots of water) will also cause a public money binge. The list of works grows all the time and the Entrepreneurs who steal from Petrobras, loot the transposition of the São Francisco, Oil Refineries, Platforms and other works, are the same ones who are in charge of the
construction of the plants.
Today I watched the 2015 Africa Cup final between Côte d'Ivoire and Ghana.
The announcer announces the presence at the stadium of high authorities, including the Presidents of the finalist countries, FIFA , CAF and also the host nation, Equatorial Guinea. The country has been presided over since 1979 by Dictator Teodoro Obiang , whose fortune exceeds US$ 600 million. Football is also culture: the game's narrator says that Obiang is the richest president in Africa, because he has put all the country's assets in his name – “to avoid
corruption!” On a visit to Africa, Lula's first stop on the African continent was in Equatorial Guinea where he met Obiang . For all that is seen in the Brazilian news, it seems that here, too, there is a desire to place the GDP under sole tutelage – albeit under the guise of corruption. Did the PT bring the formula from there? Ah, the champion was Côte d'Ivoire, 9-8 on penalties . PS: We have laughed Venezuela to import toilet paper, we have laughed Argentina for
carrying an inflation guaçu, we laughed and debochamos because we lose humility. Argentina is here – Venezuela is here! How would the Tiao: "We are fucked brother!"
18/08/2003 - José Nelson Schincariol, president of Grupo Schincariol, was murdered by two men when he arrived at his home in Itu (SP). Witnesses saw the pair fire five shots at Schincariol: two in the head, one in the back. The police investigate the execution hypothesis. José Nelson had simple habits, he shopped and walked around the city of Itu, where he was born and has always lived. 15/06/2005 - The Federal Police arrested directors, lawyers and partners of Cervejaria Schincariol for the crime of tax evasion: the brothers Adriano and Alexandre Schincariol (sons of José Nelson Schincariol, murdered in 2003), the vice president Gilberto Schincariol and their children José Augusto and Gilberto Júnior.
11/01/2011 - The person responsible for the death of José Nelson Schincariol was arrested, the bricklayer Gleison Oliveira was captured in Ribeirão Preto.
According to the Prosecutor's Office, Alexandre Schincariol, the victim's son,
provided the criminal with information (where is the other criminal? There are two!).
02/08/2011 - The Japanese Kirin bought the shares of the brothers Alexandre and Adriano Schincariol. Part of the family (Gilberto, Daniela and José Augusto Schincariol) is not satisfied with the negotiation.
11/04/2011 - Schincariol's minority partners, the brothers Gilberto, Daniela and José Augusto Schincariol, resisted, but sold, for R$ 2.2 billion, their stake in the brewery to the Japanese group Kirin , which now holds 100% from the
company. I visited Kirin's website . “We are committed to offering beverages that meet the highest standards of safety and quality. Our broad range of beers includes Kirin Ichiban Shibori , made with malt and a brewing process that delivers a clear, full-bodied beer; Beer Kirin Beer, recognized as one of the most popular beers in Japan for over 120 years; Kirin Tanrei, Green seal, with the carbohydrate content reduced by 70% to achieve a refreshing flavor; Kirin Nodogoshi Nama, which embodies a crunchy and full-bodied flavor. Kirin Ichiban is a beer made with the purest malt, hops and water. Unlike other beers, only the first pressing of the brewing must is used. That's why it is called
Ichiban, which means "first" and "best" in Japanese. "Ichiban Shibori" is a
unique method of brewing beer in its purest form, from a single ingredient: 100%
malt. This exclusive technique gives Kirin Ichiban unique flavors and aromas not found in any other beer in the world.” I'll believe it when Kirin removes the chemical additives present in the former Schincariol deer line and produces them all here with the same formula "Ichiban Shibori" from Japan.
What am I thinking? In the Dresden Holocaust that is turning 70, victim of the British humor of turning a city to ashes exactly on Ash Wednesday of 1945, and in which they were fatal victims of British and American incendiary bombs, in twenty minutes of bombing, about 200,000 civilians and refugees, in a historic city that had kept itself far from the war and had no strategic value. Churchill's wonderful idea! (William von Calmbach) This was historical nonsense that no one has ever noticed. USA and England (more France, Denmark, Jordan), the so - called Coalition (Quadrille not be?), More committed "crimes against
humanity" than Hitler, the porraloucas of Tolimir, Mladic, Houssein, Khadaf and such others. Does this International Criminal Court have the shit to condemn the Coalition?
Who will write poetry about your body? Not me; even before the words insinuate themselves, I will reach your feet, porcelain doll, which I will kiss without eagerness and thus, sailing in calm, I will bend the handle of my knees, towards the desert thighs; before the first syllable offers itself there, I will be intricate in the creamy smoothness of your shame, so high, smooth and closed, as Caminha said, the apple ass; even before I have the paper in my hands, I will pour into your gentle navel the harvest collected in the orchard of your legs, I will leave your plucked breasts with the beard, the pink gutters, no, I will not describe the tiny nipples; there I will furrow illiterate among skins, in grace I will vampirize your carotid artery without dripping blood tears; behind my back, finally, exhausted, bathed in oils, I won't discard three or four letters of the
intense journey; come young lady, very young, gentle, long light hair, high shame, clenched hair, clean hair; I will not use words to inscribe the ode about your body, everything in the crossing will have been refined in a simple way;
the green eyes and the unblemished lips, the host; no, na and no, because nothing governs me recklessly; who will engrave the spell on your body? I do not.
Carnival is over. I went down to buy bread and the newsboy was already
leaving O Globo at the reception. On the main page, another Bribe discovered.
You can already see that Bribery is like an animal game – it never ends. So let's legalize! Article 1 - The bribe is instituted throughout the country. a) The bribe will be part of public tenders and administrative contracts for works, services, purchases, disposals and leases from the Union, States, Federal District and Municipalities – and will be exempt from Income Tax; b) direct administration bodies, special funds, autarchies, public foundations, public companies, the National Congress, mixed capital companies and entities controlled by the Union, States, DF and Municipalities are required to pay bribes - and will be exempt from the IOF; c) Fee Required will be the laughing mind included in the cost of works, services, advertising, purchases, sales, concessions, permits and leases, when contracted with third parties - and will be exempt from the INSS;
d) in the agreement between the public manager and private individuals, in which there is an agreement for the formation of a gang and reciprocal
obligations, the bribe will not be less than 10% of the contract value, including future changes - and will be exempt from bank fees; Artº 2º - In homage to the inventor of the Official Modern Bribe, “Monsieur l'Ambassadeur Dix Pour Cent”, this norm will be called Lei Delfim Neto. Publish and fuck! Okay, it's resolved.
Did anyone know? During Carnival, the Rio de Janeiro Open was held, on the AtpWorlTour and WTA calendar. Details: 1) Matches started at 12:00 pm , with a temperature of 50ºC or more; 2) Sponsors: Claro, Itaú, Samsung, Fast , RJZ, Cyrella, Tokyo Marine, Artefacto, Peugeot, Cerona Beer, AMIL, TAM. And, behold: Correios, Light, Department of Sport and Leisure, State Government, City Hall of Rio de Janeiro. 3 ) Why so many sponsors in an event of the billionaire ATP and WTA, who have their own funders? And why do state entities – which proclaim themselves bankrupt – put public money into this?
The fact that tennis players are forced to play below 50ºC caused a lot of complaints, knowing that the Gym Maracanãzinho, covered, with air
conditioning, is idle there. Participants fainting, sweating the spouts, exhausted, unable to raise the racket. Maria Ester Bueno, now a commentator for SporTV, was silent in the face of this absurdity. She is now part of the system. The star of the competition, Rafael Nadal, fell in the semifinal to the Italian Fabio Fognini – who in the first round was on the verge of being eliminated! Oh yes, guess why the RJ Open was held during Carnival? Huh? Huh? Whoever spoke Bribe was right! Carnival distracted and the money rolled. Even more if you have the Jockey Club in the middle.
We see it every day on TV, the same thing repeats itself, every minute, thinks: – it will never happen to me. Anyway, one day it happens and you don't believe it.
There were two of them, they arrived with a uniform and a Telemar badge, brand new, to repair a defect in the phone. Who would suspect? Good thing I was alone, as I've been lately, abandoned like a mangy dog – less worse , right?
Until I remembered that Telemar no longer exists, that it became Telegang and then Oi (but still providing the same bad services), until I got there – it was gone, everything was dominated! They knew what they wanted, they knew the environment, the details, they had lifted me up right. One stayed with me and the other acting. I looked so, the goat was thin half, led to face a catiripapo in the ear. The other, fatter, required a beak in the bag to get down on all fours.
Anyway, I noticed that the weapon wasn't manufactured by Estrela and decided not to risk it. The boss arrived from inside: – Found it, it's clean, rumbling ! And to me: – You keep quiet there, I know everything about your family, I know your mother-in-law, the mistress – it's better to keep quiet. They took the dried shrimp and the tiquira that Toni Nicolau brought for me.
I want to play chess this year. I went to the website of the Brazilian Chess Confederation and found that next year, next year, president is coming, president is leaving – everything is the same. CXB charges annuity from January to December, instead of 12 months a year. Under 18s get a 50%
discount and over 65s don't have a fucking thing. I complained and the answer I received: a) 12-month annuity is difficult to control (in computer time?); b) discount for seniors, CBX is studying (it's been years!). Elderly people are differentiated by the Constitution – but they didn't need to – it is a moral and humanitarian issue. CBX has an obligation to follow the UN norms, which mandate special treatment for the elderly. Playing chess is part of the healthy life package: it activates the mind, stimulates cognition, sharpens concentration, links reasoning, sharpens prudence and choices. Chess brings together valuable items such as patience, creativity – it exercises the nervous system, acts to reduce the risk of stroke and Alzheimer's. Check out this news: “At 100 years old, Vicentina Silva, from Itanhaém (SP), is a master at chess. She participates in championships and tournaments and says that the game gives her more willingness to continue living”. That's it CBX: senior citizen discount now!
Subject: CBX Response. Hello Mr Solomon. I see you don't read the CBX event regulations. Since January 2013 seniors have paid 50 % in registrations for official CBX tournaments. This was put in the CBX regulations book when GM Darcy Lima returned to the presidency. Some local organizers do not. CBX has not responded these years to you what you allege. Who answered? Can you let us know? In what year was this answered to you? The answers seem to have been made by someone without computer knowledge and not from CBX to A ) and B) it can't be because for two years we've made it a law to register 50% in official CBX tournaments so it's a total nonsense what Mr. speech. Alias has a lot of wrongly written you advocate more than 12 months a year ("instead of 12 months a year"). But we understand your point regarding the annuity even though it is not the adopted one and we disagree with your idea. The Brazilian Confederation is a national entity and organizes National and International events and you can play chess and tournaments without participating in the Confederation. The Rating does not help neurons but rather chess. Of course, due to the extreme organization of CBX everyone wants to participate only in tournaments that are rated CBX and FIDE etc. Grateful - CBX Secretariat.
Hello CBX Secretariat. I see that I was misunderstood.
1 ) At no time did I complain about the tournament registration fees. I complained about the ANNUITY charged by CBX and the discrimination between young and old. While those have 50% discount on the ANNUAL REPORT, we - the seniors - pay the full amount. In the same way that the young person has financial limitations, the elderly person – as a professional who is already inactive – also has them.
2 ) I complained because the annuity is charged from January to December and not FOR twelve consecutive months - ie - March to February - April to March, etc., as it should be. This is to avoid that someone who wants to play a
tournament in October - let's say - pay the full ANNUAL fee to enjoy only three months of registration. It's an unfair practice.
3 ) This same complaint - under the same terms - I made years ago to other CBX boards and got the same answer, albeit with different words. What I didn't get a response to was the fair request to reduce the ANNUAL REPORT for the elderly, as well as the change in the criteria for charging it.
4 ) Finally, it is politically INCORRECT for CBX itself to encourage “playing tournaments without participating in the Confederation.” My CBX registration number is 789 and I am proud to be registered in it and to have already
collaborated on the Board. with the entity and with Brazilian chess. Thanks, Salomão Rovedo.
What happens in the world? Netanyahu was re-elected in Israel. The campaign motto (made in Washington): “ Fuck the UN!”, “Fuck the Palestine!”, “Fuck the Obama!”, “Fuck the Coalition!”. What is the difference between Hitler and Netanyahu? None. Hitler was a racist, Netaniahu is too; Hitler invaded and occupied countries by force, Netaniahun attacks and builds barracks in Palestine
(so-called 'settlements'); Hitler killed Jews, Gypsies and other minorities, Netaniahu massacred Arabs with bombing (Gaza). Netanyahu could cause a World War! Israel has atomic weapons and mass destruction in the wrong hands.
A Globo journalist in the Middle East referred to Tel Aviv as “an important city in Israel”. O Globo tries to change history – as it did when justifying its support for Military Dictatorships in Latin America. Israel doesn't need this, but TV Globo reads the same primer as Netaniahu. Jerusalem – Holy City of various religions, invaded, dominated by force, humiliated by violence, surrounded by
walls – has been a victim of Crusades for millennia. The Capital of Israel, since it was recognized by the UN and other nations (1948), is Tel Aviv. The rest is little shitty dictator talk, stuck up to the statesman.
Someone needs to make me understand why Angelina Jolie, rich, educated, intelligent, beautiful, took the attitude of self-mutilation, totally absurd for the Indian who speaks to you here. Angelina Jolie has created an unseen dread of the prospect of getting cancer. I went to look on the internet for something about the genetic alteration that was instilled in her head. Right away I read the following: “The occurrence of cancer in a single family may be related to
mutations that increase the risk of having the disease. Genes , when altered , are known to increase the risk of breast, ovarian, colon, melanoma, prostate and a variety of rare tumors. It is estimated at 5% to 10% of malignant tumors of hereditary origin”. Just look at the use of the expression “ may be ” there in the middle of the sentence. Then, later, the “ risk ” and “ when changed ”. To
conclude: “ It is estimated at 5% to 10% ” the hereditary origin. Man , is that a reason to take off those cute little breasts and other organic pieces? Do artists, the richer they are, the dumber they are? And her husband's cunt, handsome, doesn't say anything? Ah, Angelina, your luck is not having married a man from Paraíba.
Has anyone heard of the accident on the road saying: “The cause of the accident was the poor state of repair of the road, no shoulders, no guardrails , no
lighting, no signposts”? Or, then: “The cause of the accident was the poor maintenance of the vehicle”? Never. Nor will you see. The same thing happens – keeping diversity – with air accidents. In both cases, however, the cause is always “human error”. The aircraft of Air France that crashed en route to Europe, the plane of Air Asia which fell between Indonesia and Singapore, the Airbus of Germanwings that crashed in the Alps - had similar causes: bad weather, defects in equipment, unauthorized drivers to flee manual. Where is the Freedom of Expression that will tell the truth? It was smothered by
advertising $$$. It is like news of a “collateral effect” – the death of innocents expected by the State – the victim is considered a hero: this way the family's pain is anesthetized, indemnity and accusations are avoided. Yesterday, a
“Coalition” attack against Isis killed more than 45 refugees who were under UN protection. Government, State, Coalition - these are anonymous figures
created to escape responsibility for attacks on our lives. Here in the full German we would say: – We are dominated!
INTERNATIONAL NEWS:
** The same speed with which the reason for the Germanwings plane crash was reached does not happen with the investigation of the Malaysia Airlines plane crash in Ukraine! It is already certain that the MH17 was shot down by government fighter jets – a fact hidden by the Investigative Commission, of which Ukraine is a part (unlike Malaysia, which was excluded).
** President Putin decided to cut his own salary and that of the entire
government by 10% in order to circumvent the blockade of the country. The ethical attitude of the Russian government contrasts with our ruler, who does not remember to make a cut, even factoid , in his own salary, while reducing the people's purchasing power, through tax burdens, unemployment and cuts.
constitutional rights.
** The IMF lent millions of dollars to Ukraine, a country in ruins. But let no one be fooled: none of this will be for the people. The goal is to save German and French banks in the country, where inflation is at 270% a year! The IMF makes unpayable loans – the oligarchs keep the money and the donated military material is sold to the Middle East.
** The most important news of 2015 was the decision of the Icelandic
government to withdraw its candidacy for membership of the European Union . Negotiations were ongoing until now, when the Icelandic government said a definitive NO to the EU. The news has international importance and multiple points of view, which would justify media highlights, analysis and comments.
But the newscasts ignored it: the omission of information is the preferred form of censorship of international television. (Compiled from www.resistir.info).
When I walk alone on Rua Basílio de Brito, hat and chiseled beard, they don't even imagine being the greatest poet in Cachambi. When I stepped here, the asphalt still didn't cover this street, it was made of stones. In a little while the sun would fall somewhere and red rays would stain the houses with diagonal stripes. It was the time when the 40ºC heat softened, became warm, the breeze began to smile on the almond tree leaves, in the shade it would be cool. As a united prayer, mothers and grandmothers appeared at the gate, laying down comfortable chairs on the sidewalk steps, good afternoons, children pedaled and
skipped the noisy skateboard in circus juggling. Far away, the noise of the wheels hummed on the steel rails – it was the Cascadura tram that would descend the entire Rua Cachambi to Avenida Suburbana, taking just one more stop downhill at speed. Between conversations and Portuguese fans, the mother would lower her cleavage, freeing her breast for her son's breastfeeds, and the noise would extend until she heard the bell of the NS Aparecida church toll six o'clock. But wait a moment: before, there would come a tray with Torradas Petrópolis, corn chips and black coffee, very black smelling of burnt wood for everyone, except for Miss Claire, the only one to prefer the tea of Assam Twins , with character strong and malty, rich and deep amber, imported from England.
In the distance, the poet turns the corner.
Quincas , I hope that the spine is already cooler in its desperate pains and that you stay sane for good - to avoid the "stop" and those "stops" you used to do when we walked through Paraty. I stay here in a damned impotence, without being able to give help, because I don't know how to do anything - I can't help you from far away. I never drove a car, nor did I learn to massage male glutes.
What I still do reasonably is eat and drink. Let's face it, I'm useless. I'm
rereading "Dr. Brussels & Co." for mode to make a note, how do I do about the things I read. See what a beautiful piece Fulgêncio Pinto described: “In the distance, the Bay of São Marcos, in front of the Capital, mirrored like a great liquid crystal sheet, under the blood reverberation of the sun, which, in a wonderful and triumphant march of light , retreated to the west, in a red
explosion of fire, in an eruption of fire and embers, which stained the horizon, forming a magnificent picture of superb coloring, ecstatic”. Isn't it the most typical sunset on the island? Your cousin sends you a hug (to the children and to the cousin too), good health. and a slap to the glute to see if it refreshes.
Is chess a decent game, governed by noble rules? A mistake. Although chess is notable for what it adds to the practitioner, it is impossible to avoid the
adherence of the ambitious, the vain, the selfish, whose attitude provokes the breaking of the chess ethics. I don't usually play for the book or theory, I am fond of the romantic style, I seek the beauty of sacrifice, of the tactical position.
Practicing chess I met many people whose social level does not count: facing
the board, everyone is equal. But there will always be in the environment the figure of the professional player, for whom chess is an addiction, a way to bet and win money. His pleasure lies in destroying the duck, the capybara, the naive, bad, little skillful player, and with that to extract some change. A chess player has an addiction to tripping and using tricks, he's a pickpocket and an illusionist.
I had the pleasure of playing and meeting friends again, but I bumped into this group – complain about luck: tsk, tsk, tsk ; takes away concentration; asks to see the spreadsheet; forget to note bid. And in lower position, it offers a tie! I played poorly, it's true – spending time without contact with chess is fatal. I took a double, I fell into traps, I left forks, I took a fork, I gave a hanging piece, King without defense, pawns in the air. I threw rocks! And when I got
something, I fell on my lips, on the poisoned pieces, on the traps to catch capybaras from the rogues of the board.
About Stefan Zweig and Chess: “Stefan Zweig went into exile in February 1934 (he spent six and a half years in Great Britain; then he lived in several places in Brazil; and between January 1941 and February 1942, he lived in Petrópolis, near from Rio de Janeiro). As early as 1933, in a letter to the Belgian painter Frans Masereel , Zweig exposed his “great aversion to becoming an emigrant”, as he was fully aware that “all emigration” was “dangerous”, by transforming
“those who were held hostage ”. But Zweig also knew that works written abroad could play a prominent role in the respective national literatures.
Undoubtedly, this is true for the works that Zweig himself wrote in exile,
especially for “Chess” and his memoirs “The World of Yesterday”, both occupy a special place in the scope of the Zweiguian work . Among the relevant works he wrote during the period of exile, there are also: “Erasmus de Rotterdam , grandeur and decadence of an idea” (1936); “A Conscience Against Violence:
Castellius Against Calvin” (1936); the biographical works “Maria Stuart”
(1935), “Fernão de Magalhães” (1938) and “Américo Vespucci” (1942); the novel “Coração Inquieto” as well as “Brazil – a country of the future” (1941).
Source: Stefan Zweig: A man from yesterday? (Interview with Klemens Renoldner), by Ruth Bohunovsky, São Paulo, 2015”.
Quincas, cheers old man!
1 ) This sciatica thing sucks! If you were from Rio, all you had to do was go to Mangueira samba with the mulatto women to comply with the medical order to
"use your buttocks more". Then you have to satisfy yourself with the exercise bike and the gym treadmill. Now they're driving screws into the spine to correct these pains. See it.
2 ) I put my hand in the novel that I'm closing this year and I don't accept any more opinion and I'll never reread it again. I added new characters to improve the beam, I put it there, I changed it here, I redid it, I added a chapter more.
Ready! I 'm just still lost in the title. See if lying there the pain invents you. The Jelly – it's ready, all you need to do is fix it, what do I do next.
3 ) To 'cheer up' you, I send some verses with a medieval flavor found at random, which I tried to 'translate':
If we have to save the node Answer us from esto naides Derecho walk el sun hides Tierra adentro hay to take Some day we have to arrive Después sabremos adonde.
*Trans. whether we are going to save ourselves or not Nobody answers us to that
straight where the sun hides Earth to within there to dig One day we have to arrive Then we'll know where.
PS: Take care of you old man, I don't have money to travel, much less for burial!
abs bs Saloca.
Today is Sunday. Ask for a pipe. Ask for a hammock, rocking chair, ask for the beach. First, I will supervise the fair, a function for which I am self-appointed.
I'm going to see if the egg is oval, the redness of the tomato, if the lettuce is green, taste the coconut water, these things that every inspector does. I get the vinaigrette I ordered, buy the half-cured cheese, go to the bakery to buy thick bread. I have known this fair for over forty years. There are two tapioqueiras , four sales of sugarcane juice and pastel, six fishmongers! Three stalls sell water flour, biscuits, canjiquinha. Four or five sell pepper and spices, prepared spices, in an oriental fashion, just like popular markets around the world. It has all
quality fruits and vegetables! Meat, chicken, giblets – liver, tripeiro has it. The stalls are hereditary – the black woman who makes puba and tapioca cakes already brings her great-granddaughter to learn. I always took the children to the fair – later the victim was my grandson: I show and name fruits, vegetables, roots. On Monday my twin girls have birthdays – ready (like my boy) to live when I'm perpetrating my season in purgatory.
It will never happen again. One day I thought so, but that's not quite what life wanted. Sometime around, suddenly, everything was repeated. That said like that seems to be a common thing. It even seems But the nature of things does not respect time, wrinkles, or gray hair. It has already occurred to other heroes:
Picasso, Drummond, Chaplin, Vinícius, Henry Miller, Rubem Braga. She
welcomed me with open arms, splintered that tight hug that binds the very soul, her blond hair whipped my face, breasts and thighs fitting together like puzzle pieces, then attacked me with a gooey kiss that leaves no doubts, her neck smeared with cologne or musk, her armpits smiling resting on my shoulders, her tight body, with ascending and descending curves, concave and convex, to level her gaze, she lifted her feet on my feet, as comfortable as if she were lying in a hammock, like someone who wants to stay like this forever, who doesn't?
even I would like to, then she pulled away so that we were face to face, her green eyes sparked with determination, unshakable confidence, green eyes like beacons that release. Yes, my friends, passion is hell.
Reader's Digest Selections magazine had a section called “My Unforgettable Type” in which authors recalled someone they had impressed or influenced. My unforgettable type is the São Bentuense chronicler Quincas Oliveira. We were related to casual or themed encounters – birthdays, coffins, weddings. Then, already in the third age (I was in the 2nd and a half), fate wanted us to see each other more often. "We have a late but beautiful friendship" - I told him once. It is true. At least once a year he came to Rio de Janeiro, a city that knows alleys and beaches, treated to beautiful chronicles. We enjoy together editing and publishing books. With Quincas Oliveira and Ceres Costa Fernandes I spent an unforgettable week at FLIP in Paraty. Staggering on the visit to Rua das
Cachaçarias, I slipped on the muddy stones. When I visit São Luís, Quincas opens the doors of the very rare bar and the air-conditioned cellar, inhabited by excellent cachaça, tiquiras, whiskeys, Chilean, Alentejo and French wines. Lots
of conversations and exchanges of ideas. As a reminder of the bread and butter, he brought the tin of Butter Real, original from Varginha, of first quality. I left him wide-eyed by smearing the bread with generous portions of the delicacy.
It's been a while since I've seen Quincas Oliveira, my unforgettable type. But I know that he lives in a homicide in Calhaus, where he is known by the code name of Joaquim Itapary. I miss you cousin.
Looking at the religious side, it is not possible to understand the relationship between the evangelical churches and the State of Israel. Modern Judaism has already opted once and for all for the non-existence of God, for the
fundamentalism of the Torah and - in part - for discarding the wait for the Messiah. Which would be an insult, since for evangelicals, Christ (and not Pastor Edir Macedo) is not only the son of God, but also the expected Messiah.
Despite Pope Benedict XVI having announced the "exemption of the Jewish people" for the death of Jota Cristo, it is well known that it is a pardon of arque.
The Jews were twice responsible for Christ's death: first when they chose the agitator Barabbas to be forgiven by Pilate; second when they called upon
themselves the responsibility of the judgment and the condemnation to Calvary.
Governor Pontius Pilate, seeing that it was an internal matter, of no interest to Rome, washed his hands and went to drink some wine. This is a historical fact, something that from time to time the politicians and the powerful try to change, hiding here and there, as if to say: - There was no dictatorship. - There was no holocaust. - There was no genocide. All soft talk to sleep ox So why this squat on all fours to the Jews? If it is not a theological, political, or economic fact - why is it?
I watch the Japanese series “We have a problem: my husband's penis won't fit”.
Serious. I'm already in episode 5 and nothing. I was referred to a true fact, something similar, which happened to me in the 1970s. At work I had a Japanese colleague, friendly, happy, smiling, with a wedding scheduled. The engagement list was in the Mesbla on Rua do Passeio. I went with her to choose the gift. After everything was resolved, with the invoice in my hands, I gave a kick: - For much less, I already ate a lot of kitten She laughed. We went up to the restaurant on the 9th floor, had something to eat, had some chops , jokes
about Japanese women and that ridiculous thing about the sex of oriental
women having a horizontal format. Or not? - Silly, do you believe that? Leaving Mesbla, on the right, is Rua das Marrecas, full of slaughterhouses for
emergencies like this. I took her by the arm and, with the ridiculous excuse of knowing the truth, we stumbled into a half-star hotel. My friends, the thing is:
right on the first pitch I ran into a wall, a wall. What the hell is that? - I thought.
It turned from here, twisted from there, lubricated, slipped, but nothing. The stick reached a point that hit an obstacle and did not pass from there. How in fact did not pass. I kept to myself, I didn't say anything, we finished, went out, ate a milk pudding, drank a few more chops and bye. The only bad thing I thought was that the present was really expensive. Despite being a friendly fellow, cheerful, smiling - not worth the penalty. Because the penis did not enter…
Yesterday, 12/28/2019, was the day to review the group of chess players who participate in the traditional CXG year-end event: the December Blitz FIDE Tournament - the last competition of the year. It is a typical fraternization event.
I remember one day in 1969 when I went to CXG for the first time. There goes 50 years! I studied at the Calabouço, headquarters of UME , a popular student restaurant, where I played chess and played in tournaments. The Dungeon was close to the CXG, which was handy: before classes I hit a ping at the club, then I started to participate in internal tournaments. I jumped to the board of
directors, was president of the club and today I am benefactor - all the same in small letters - that I am not of greatness. The Guanabara Chess Club has always had blitz tournaments on its calendar held on Saturdays at Av. Churchill 109, Rio de Janeiro. People came from everywhere hoping to get a spot on the famous “Rock” on Saturdays. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to review veterans and new players: GM Darcy Lima , who started there as a boy and is the current President of CXG, took his student Stefan to start getting
familiarized with competition chess. There were NMs Márcio Baeta, Otacílio Freire, Ângelo Bil , Paulo Fucs , Tadeu Santos, Wagner Morais, IM Luís Rodi , Vicente Brito, Jorge Chaves, among others. Marco Aurélio Maia, Wallace Machado, João Batista Rocha and a lot of good people were missing.
I was always bad at teasing. I've never seen a conqueror like that who carry the moon under his arm and a bouquet of roses in his heart. My sentences were full of silence and shyness instead of trumpeting words and gestures . In
conversations with women, he walked along the borders of the invisible, ran along the edges, escaped on a tangent. At the height of the sung , ingrown toenails came in, soft talk for the ox to sleep, talking about water, fish, kites, birds and the beach. The bad shyness followed me all my life with the loss of something around a thousand pussies, more or less (apart from the ass).
However, after a light touch of the little fingers, intimacy arrived. It came with the proximity of the skin, looking at the smallest hairs, penetrating the pores, then things changed. I transported myself to Verona, gave my green eyes the color of emerald, my sweet lips the taste of
bacuri, I knelt religiously before her full bosom, descended to my breasts, my ass. And I have never, ever, at any time, neglected my neck, the back of my neck snapped by the hot, ravenous breath. Only then, disdaining the colors and liquors, the dirty and impure crevices, the breath of tobacco and alcohol, the shallow and deep streaks, did he dive body and soul into the depths of sex and desire. But it all started with a light touch of the little fingers.
I had a qualified collection of prohibited books, which included the 10 volumes of the "Memoirs of Casanova" and the "Index Librorum Prohibitorum", which listed the books of the Vatican's displeasure. It is said that before being
abolished by the Pope, the updated list for publication included the book "Hitler in Maranhão", by Joaquim Itapary. However, the book that most impressed me was "The 120 Days of Sodom" by Sade. Few of the people I lent the book to went to the last page. Sade wrote the novel in the Bastille, where he was
imprisoned at the behest of his mother-in-law. Four nobles, rich and libertines, combine to experience sexual pleasure in totally free orgies, beyond the reach of Law and Justice, in an isolated castle whose only access bridge is torn down.
To complete the project, they hire cafetinas to co-opt teenage men and women, whose lives will be missed by no one. They will be guinea pigs and victims of programmed sexual atrocities, against the backdrop of life, legal and illegal adventures, crimes committed, told by women. Sade created the ideal scenario for corruption, sexual abuse, torture of victims, mutilation, coprophagy,
anthropophagy, murders that follow, with the most absolute impunity guaranteed. Did Juscelino Kubitschek read Sade before building Brasília?
I have just watched and abandoned the documentary “Vinicius” in the middle, which aims to narrate the poet's trajectory, his personal life, passions, marriages, friendships. A three-year work by filmmaker Miguel Faria Jr., images and
testimonies illustrate the life and work of Vinicius de Moraes with the intention of moving and showing the multiple facets of the poet without stereotypes.
Unfortunately, unfortunate interceptions undermine the director's intention. The documentary is interspersed with a horrific show: Camila Morgado and Ricardo Blat mix with singers, guests and relatives, declaim some poems by Vinicius – and everything crumbles in the air. I stopped. Leaves. Vinicius de Moraes was the last of Brazilian poets to live as a poet - to live within passion, immersed in emotion. Unafraid of lyricism in the midst of amorous passions, he challenged modernism, burying phage and anthropophagic assumptions and theories. Tonia Carrero unveiled the aura of passion that moved the poet; the daughters
Georgiana and Luciana sensed their souls torn apart by passions, their unbridled yearning for new explosions; JoãoCabral de Melo Neto decreed: - If not for love, he will not live. Attentive to social and political problems, Vinicius de Moraes lived, ate, drank and fucked his heart out. Better than Mário de Andrade, than João Cabral de Melo Neto and Carlos Drummond de Andrade, better than Ferreira Gullar - Vinicius de Moraes was the greatest Brazilian poet of the 20th century!
This scribe was practicing (according to Sigmund Freud and Alfredo Santos) his favorite perversion - voyeurism - when he was surprised by a glittering comet, in the figure of a blonde girl with the potential to put Marilyn Monroe down. Sorry to the younger crowd: no classic reference has yet appeared that could confront the beauty of Marilyn's blondeness . Only that vision was a little more, let's say, chubby. It would be just like a teenage Wilza Carla. You don't know who you are, would be, was or will you be, Wilza Carla? Oh, don't fill it:
it's on Google or Wikipedia Well my friends, it was meat to make Friboi's or Sadia's slaughterhouse jealous. The distinguished woman passed quickly
through the room like someone going to the pantry or the kitchen, leaving a trail of naughtiness behind her. Dressed in nothing, the white skin blazed like
lightning. Using only what nature gave me without any more technologies, I kept an eye out to witness the return of that silver car. I wiped the lenses of my glasses, widened my eyes on high alert, like a good musketeer I've never been.
She came back stunning. When she got to the middle of the room (I'm sure) she
looked at me, put her hands under her vast breasts and aimed the two headlights, hitting my eyes straight . I mean, I can't say all this because this shitty old
glasses I wear only hurts and embarrasses me!
To love is to be vexed. - Hello. - Hi, how are you?- Well, what about you? - All right, how are you? - You 're in heaven. I'm fine and you? - Excellent. - I'm calling you gave me the number. - Of course, you asked, I gave it. - Okay . I enjoyed sitting across from you. Good view. - Yes, you were beside the tattooed boy. - It's my grandson. - I liked him. - Look, I know I'm old enough to be your father. - Grandmother. - What? - Grandmother. You are old enough to be my grandfather! - You looked at me one way. - That way? - Why, a naughty way. - You think? - I watched Cachambi's best pantyless leg crusade! - With this heat does not to wear underwear. - I wear! - kkkkk -. - Ah, you smiled that way. - In fact the leg crusade and the phone went to your grandson. - Well, there are things that the crown does with the same technical quality as the young man. - Crown, no. Old. What does the old man do with “the same technical quality” as the young man? - Ah, you know, the language doesn't age. - Chupadinha ? At this time I like to pull my hair. Where will I find hair there? - Pull your ears. - All right. And then? - After what? - After the blowjob , what happens? - You are satisfied and I sleep tired. - kkkkk. Am I satisfied with a blowjob ? Must go on.
- One minute! Do you think I'm made of iron? - And there's more: the language gets old, yes! Did you hear well? TONGUE GETS TOO OLD! - Wow ! No need to scream. - Sorry. Do me a favor: ask your grandson to call me. (Life is pure adrenaline).
The joy of capybaras around the world is knowing that GM also gives its sticks.
Just now, in January, I've already witnessed two beautiful capivaradas live : one local, in the final of the 2019 Brazilian Championship; another international, at the Tata Steel 2020 Festival. This ancient and historic chess tournament, held in the Dutch city of Wijk aan Zee , January 10-26, includes GM, Challengers and Amateur tournaments (over 2000 participants), where the Francemir Barra fights valiantly to defend the 2019 title. But the stakes are tough. Because the capyarada of Tata Steel 2020 took place in the 9th round, the match of the Iranian baby Alireza Firouzja (2723) vs. Magnus Carlsen (2872). Imagine that in a previous encounter the boy had dared to use the rug to tear off Magnus' stitch. The capybarde took place in the final, which allowed a simple finish,
with piece gain. The other one took place in the last André Diamant vs.
Alexandr Fier , also in finishing line. Spare parts that seem simple, where Diamant missed the trump card of Fier . Result: Fier Absolute Brazilian Chess Champion in 2019. As for Tata Steel , Brazilian participation is weak. I found in the history of the tournament the participations of Hnrique Mecking : 1971 (6th) and 1978 (7th) and Jayme Sunye: 1980 (9th) and 1982 (13th). I'm going to
plead with Master Francemir Barra for the honor of being his Second, to be there next year.
This beginning of the year is awesome. There went two friends and a third became a widower. Anyone who saw the couple, unfriendly at times, would not think that the loss was serious. But it doesn't work that way: my friend was down. Then, as I am moved by emotion, we ended up at the bar for mass for the dead. I got drunk. He had time to take his friend dragging his bulk until he reached the gate. He lives in that house where he has a cherry tree at the
entrance. The dog sniffed the owner and there they went into the room . Then, some blue angels grabbed me by the armpit and took me home, protected from the bumps, stumbling and other accidents common to drunkenness. As I said, I am moved by commotion. In my head there is no brain mass, there are cardiac muscles. I survive without a brain, but not without a heart. I will not have brain death: as soon as the heart stops, you can issue a death certificate. Any
holocaust brings me down: Mexican soap operas, Cuban boleros, samba songs, tangos. If I watch melodramas, my eyes fill with water. Along with bacteria and viruses, the alcoholic lives in me. Any stray bullet, any run over dog, despised passion, the simple horn, elbow pain, any gossip awakens this monster, which many famous people tried to exorcise, without success.
I just got back from Bando do Brasil. I went to renegotiate my debt. It was another fuck . Passed the following: after having acquired gastritis as a gift H.
Pilory , I thought : the old Saloca does not last long 're grubby, will wear wooden jacket, okay with the foot in the grave, go to the land of the feet
together. After all, those who don't die don't see God. Then, the preparation for death includes - among other things - some immoral measures: 1) make peace with the Capeta; 2) receive extreme unction; 3) borrow money. When I saw
BB's advertisement on TV, offering loans very easily, I went, got it. Then, buddy, I lay down and rolled over : I spent it at Oscar's Bar, at Evandro's , at Carlitinho 's pe - sujo, at Tia Gecy's Samba, at São Gabriel Street, where every Sunday there's samba-de-roda and jongo. After the holiday season, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, I lay down waiting for the unwanted. I dreamed that I had fun with the group, celebrating the bank default. But what? I woke up alive. I did not die. Then, my friends, in January the bank fell apart on my retirement, without pity or pity. It didn't do any good to say that he was a friend of Manoel Da Cruz Evangelista, he didn't decide to kneel down and beg, nor to say that I've known Mario Julio Carvalho Ribeiro since I was a kid at Filipinho.
Nothing. The fight came with interest, cascudo, monetary correction and bisca.
Just kidding, I bought a pot of Vaseline and gave it to the manager who attended me.
Reporter Pedro Andrade, from Bom Dia Rio (which I watch every morning), stated that his husband was angry because he said he was going to spend a
holiday in Angra. If journalist Roberto Marinho - who was a sword - were alive, the boy would be promoted to cover the Complexo da Maré. But the
descendants of the Marines are now known as “Todas Formas de Amar”, as the series Malhação is now called, aimed at teenagers. Do you mean that travel took over Globo's programming ? No. It is still a station that has thematic nuclei in which the sexual option does not interfere or make a difference. But it is fair that the daily spectator of Bom Dia RJ demands a definition of what the
informative program is. The direction of BDRJ promotes the vignette in which spectators send tubes with the slogan “Good morning Fachel - Good morning Rio is back soon”! Most of the videos are presented by children, whose sexual option did not surface as premature as Pedro Andrade's. Another option is to take the BBB of Bom Dia Rio and also proclaim the opinion of Fachel 's
husband (or wife) ; what Priscilla's husband (or wife) is going to have for lunch;
listen to the sports opinions of Lofredo 's husband (or wife) - and so on. But Pedro's husband is right: after all, what would he (Pedro) do in Angra dos Reis alone on a holiday?
In 1492 Queen Isabel the Catholic (who some call a saint) received from
Boabdil the keys to the Kingdom of Granada. Three months later, Isabel signed
the order to expel the Jews from Spain. The war tactic of the time was the encirclement of fortified cities. Nothing came in, nothing came out. Isabel ordered Light to cut off the electricity and ordered CEDAE to supply cloaca instead of water, Fernando commanded the truck drivers' blockade to prevent the arrival of food. Thus, either the fortifications surrendered or the citizen would die of hunger, disease and thirst - as indeed happened. The Pope granted Elizabeth and Ferdinand the title of Catholic Monarchs. And then came the Holy Inquisition, criminal, unjust and cruel. In this historic moment in which privatizations, laws and appointments are made by the Executive at the touch of a cash register, Brazil is being transformed into a weak country, predisposed to suffer sieges and impositions. Ore is privatized, water is sold, electricity is delivered, oil is auctioned, the AGRO industry exports all its production. In the future, anyone can lockout to satisfy commercial ambitions, make unreasonable demands, even assume a control policy. The Congress, some Ministries,
important posts in state entities are handed over to foreigners The privatization of PETROBRÁS, Bando do Brasil, Caixa is still needed. O Beloved Homeland, who will save you?
Clarifying: 1) When I'm taking a shower, cleaning my nails, ears, feet, etc. I don't like to be interrupted. Everyone has a right to privacy when it comes to personal hygiene. There is even a liturgy for cleaning your ass. So, even with good intentions, don't interrupt the moment with pats, caresses, kisses. It's not the right time. 2 ) When I lie down to sleep, it's to sleep. I don't usually pretend I'm sleeping. I really sleep and intend to sleep until I wake up. Don't interrupt your sleep even for a glorious reason, like killing cockroaches. It's for you, not me. Being scared by cockroaches, moths, licks is no reason to wake me up.
Can't anyone throw their slippers on a miserable insect? 3 ) When you come to talk to me, talk like an adult. The imitative childish way everyone uses to
address me is ridiculous. I'm not a child anymore! Collect toys that are meant to deceive, it has no effect. I grew up, understand , I grew up! 4 ) When I'm lying on the couch watching football, listening to good classical music, I want to focus on beauty. Without Michael Jackson, Zeca Pagodinho, Madonna or that fat girl from funk. Leave me alone with Mahler, Strauss, Verdi, Cherubini . Finally: 5 ) I like to eat meat and some fruits. Very few canned goods. I'm not vegan. I like tuna, smoked turkey, sirloin steak, chicken breast, fat-free loin . To drink, water or juice. No beer from Ambev , feel sorry! Thus combined, our lives will be peaceful. Signed: The Cat.
One that struck me was the life of the violon English cellist Jacqueline Du Pre.
She began playing at seven years old . At age 16, with the approval of
Rostropovich , she was recognized as the most virtuous cellist of her time. It's not the dazzling career (Jacqueline quit at age 28 for multiple sclerosis) that amazes me, but the personal life. At one time, young musicians Jacqueline Du Pré, Daniel Barenboim, Itzhak Perlman, Zubin Mehta and Pinchas Zukerman together began to shine in the chamber music scene. Nearby are, among many, the young pianists Martha Argerich and Nelson Freire. Meetings and trips are frequent. Daniel, a Latin stallion with hair and showy sideburns, soon falls under the spell of Jacqueline, an Anglican blonde, blue-green eyes , who tackles the cello with her white and strong thighs. Jacqueline was a hurricane with a reputation as a nymphomaniac and passion dominates the couple. Daniel, who cannot unite with góy , kidnaps the lady , takes her to Jerusalem, converts her to Judaism and they marry. Suddenly, tragedy strikes: Jacqueline begins to lose feeling, is warned about the disease, but lay opinions delay the diagnosis.
Attached to a wheelchair, the disease is aggravated by strong emotions: the stallion Daniel is already living with pianist Elena Bashkirova. Jacqueline, the living portrait of helplessness, despite being naive, pure mentality and believing in everything and everyone, discovers the betrayal. Silently she fulfills her via crucis until she dies. The widower inherited the Stradivarius cellos of 1673 and 1712, estimated to be worth £1 million each. Is it or is it not a chilling story?
Life is fucking my friends – not are you in Wikipedia.
I worked for a while at Gas Butano. It was on the street that goes from Ferro de Ironing to the Central Market. [It was my second job before worked with
Augustus and Virgil and then in the House of England, near the area. I couldn't make up for the time, it hurt my retirement]. Once, the accountant Evilazio and I went to Caxias and Coroatá to exchange representation. We took the teco-teco straight to Caxias. There everything went well. At the time of Coroatá, Evilazio left me alone. I went by train. When I saw Coroatá I thought of the cities of the farwest . Even the priest wore a 38 on his waist. But my guardian angel and I became friends with the Mayor's daughter! I was introduced to the guy by the Mayor himself and then to the Priest, to the Notary Public. It was guaranteed!
The work went well. In possession of a fat promissory note I returned to the hotel. At night I felt someone pushing the window. My ass got tiny, not a hair on it. I took courage, took the bar and threw open the window: it was a cow
