Dia 32* - a pista de atletismo

o meu prédio é como uma aldeia do interior do nosso país: muita idade junta em muito poucos habitantes.

evidentemente parca em infantes. 

porque os deuses assim decidiram, calhou-me o mais infante deles, mesmo ao ladinho. 

sorrio de cada vez que o ouço percorrer a pista de atletismo com 7 metros  que é o corredor da casa. 

sorrio ainda mais quando dou conta que nunca mais o ouvi chorar. 

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twelve... not sixteen....

Why does he still go on like she's a baby

Saying that's no kind of language for a lady?

He knows she hates that word, that's why he said it.

He can be childish too and she won't forget it.

'Don't tell me I don't understand,'

He said, 'I know I don't understand.

I understood when you were ten,

But nothing's added up since then.'

He said, 'I'll give you a piece of my mind

And you're not too old to take it.

' Oh, just a piece of my mind

That's him and her mum on honeymoon.

She was born in January and that was in June.

But now her life and his, they just don't mix,

And he don't like her boyfriends or her politics.

'Don't tell me what you think of me,

I know what you think of me.

I understood when you were ten,

But nothing's added up since then.

' He said, 'I'll give you a piece of my mind

And you're not too old to take it.'

Just a piece of my mind

Still he remembers her head

On the pillow of her little bed.

And then all at once she's sixteen

And now she hates him.

'Don't tell me you don't understand,'

She said, 'What is there to understand?

I've grown up since I was a kid

And maybe, Dad, it's time that you did.'

She said, 'I'll give you a piece of my mind

And you're not too old to take it,

Oh, just a a piece of my mind

And not too old

'Cause I'm not your baby,

Not your little girl.'

Not your babyNot your little girl

Everything but the girl

delicias dos pequenitos

"Um raspador chora cenouras"

"a panela de pressão ferve de tanta irritação"