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Minha infância é um porto, navios e bandeiras. Diante de um cais comercial foi que nasci. O movimento dos mastros que partiam Davam-me o desejo das travessias aventureiras E o monótono adeus que as donzelas mugiam Fazia-me sonhar com terras estrangeiras. A noite, era longa no cais sonolento. Luzinhas vermelhas picavam no escuro E um cheiro de além chegava no vento. Eu ficava a pensar (cismas de menino) Que além desse escuro, além desse mar, Um bem qualquer estava à espera do meu destino, Um bem que se eu partisse iria encontrar. O bem esperado ainda hoje o não tenho, Mas pelo mundo andei e

Hey friends: http://flautistabeguito.blogspot.com/ Please take a look at there! (if you can understand brazilian Portuguese). I´m a beginner flutist, but committed! ----------------------------------------------- Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the w

Hey friends: http://flautistabeguito.blogspot.com/ Please take a look at there! (if you can understand brazilian Portuguese)I´m a beginner flutist, but committed! ----------------------------------------------- Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; 2 but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the w