Golden Mountain

By the way, I find that I spoke until excessively. Close to the abacateiro, it placed the finger in one of the marks of bullets and looked at the military man in significant way. It noticed the confusion where if it found the frank but not shining mind of the interlocutor, it showed the other piece, obtaining to pull out of the father who not yet had seen the result of the attempted against one a exclamao of surprise saw and it to empalidecer. One sat down in the place where it is touching, it initiated some untied chords and it started to observe the expressions of the two men, being tried to guess the volcano that blew up to them in the chests and the eddy of thoughts that tormented them the minds. It increased the chords of the guitar, starting to touch as if nothing it was happening. It needed to leave to take them the proper decisions, because its was taken Perceived that if they were static as waiting orders. It stopped to touch and it asked: _ You understood some thing, Hawk? _ Clearly! That is mark of bullet of thick bore. Who shot there? _ Not yet I received its word from that I can trust its silence.

It forgives, but it is not for my life that I am worried, but for the one of my father. You do not ignore what she comes happening pra to know that a word alone of any one is enough reason pra that none of us can count to the grandsons what is happening now in Golden Mountain range. He bought at auction, dramatical, trying to break the tension of the moment. It understood? A little confused with what it finished to hear, the soldier engoliu in dry, waved of light with the head and said, in a voice wire: _ Yes, I understood! _ OK! It is certain of that I do not go to hide it nothing of what I to think nor of what go to make, but I only go to count to the few pra not to confuse it the head.