We liveed in the Bandeirantes quarter, in the Pampulha, to the time a place, very far full of immense emptinesses, much weeds, that is, almost nobody liveed for there. Our house was well great possua in the way of the room stairs of iron in spiral that led to a mesanino; in this mesanino it is that the device of papa sound was installed. It does not ask as the immense one to me and heavy wooden box (from now, called the Trunk) was to stop up there, because, sincerely I do not remember! In the house they had four rooms, being one sute (of my parents), the room of my brother, one room where we slept my cousin (that it liveed with people) and I e, finally, another room where was a TV and other gadgets of my mother. It had, clearly, a bathroom for the boys. Separating the close part of the remaining portion of the house it was a door that was religiously locked all and all night. The life followed as it had that to follow, the children studying, playing ball, swimming, my father working the entire day and my mother attending a course psychology in the FUMEC and taking care of of all the remaining portion. A beautiful night of summer (I do not know well if we were in the summer, but me he seemed pretty to start the paragraph with this phrase) we were all to sleep e, as of custom, ' ' door of sala' ' duly it was locked. Already it was late of the night, I do not remember the hour accurately, when suddenly the highest sound started to touch, waking up all in the house (and probably it would have waked up neighboring, in case that it liveed plus somebody for close). My father started to cry out with my mother: ' ' Mariiiaaaa, that this? He looks at what these boys are making! He is not possible, by this time to hear music in this height? ' ' In the way of these shouts, I could hear with clarity (also, in those decibels) that what touched was ' ' What it is what is? ' ' , music of the saudoso Gonzaguinha, success to the time; some of vocs must remember it: ' ' To live and not to have the shame of being happy, singing and to sing and to sing and singing, in the beauty of being a perpetual apprentice ' ' very pretty.
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