blog do menino Dudu em inglês

     Amélia and Amália had been twins for almost a century, much before Nilton Santos used to parade all his elegance on soccer fields around the world. Amélia had been married and, in her own words, widowed, thanks God. Amália, wiser, preferred to taste all the feast that life offered her.        Those two old women walked, as usual, to the sands of Copacabana, where they spread out their sarongs and opened the beach chairs. Sometimes they lay their bodies almost naked, if it weren't for those little pieces covering their parts; sometimes they sat in front of the sea, but without any concern to count the waves, which come and go. Almost distracted, they didn't notice the approach of Sarah, known for a long time.      _  Hello, girls! Are you tanning?    _ Hi, Sarah! How are you? - Amelia replied, while Amália just made an almost imperceptible nod with her head.      Talk goes on and on, Sarah couldn't stop ...

      Maricota, one of those old women who make us swer that eternity has finally been discovered, has long been part of the landscape from the huge window of tha hovel right there in the central square, where the small town's mother church was also located.  It's hard to walk past such a place without noticing the old lady's wrinkled presence. In fact, Maricota also captured everything around her and, what was not within the reach of her blurred vision, she simply glimpsed. So much so that she had a reputation as a gossip. Such a situation was precisely the subject of those two, who were passing on the sidewalk, almost in front of Maricota's house. While one had not turned 30, the other was almost in tune with the elderly woman. _ This old woman has a tongue bigger than an anteater's! _ Maybe you still haven't noticed something fundamental in the history of humanity, my boy. The young man, silent and with that deserted face of wisdom, awaited the end of al...

      For those who don't know me, I'm married to Dona Irene, who became relatively famous on Twitter. She has I don't know how many thousand followers. However, far beyond this facet of my wife, she has many others, right here in this real life, away from the virtual spotlight.     Maybe you don't know, but Irene has a life more or less like mine and probably like yours. She has her daily commitments, she even keeps hours at work. But that doesn't stop her from becoming this star that lights up her fans' daily lives. That's right, my beautiful wife has a routine practically the same as us mortals, but, at any moment, she dresses up as Dona Irene and leaves to fight the boredom in the world. She has the power to make people laugh, to face all injustices. Nobody can stop this woman so full of herself.     I don't know if you remember that scene from of the Spider-Man movies where he hears a distress call and looks at Mary Jane. She just says something l...