A REAL DREAM ' ' Hard life is farm life. It is a constant routine. Of house for the work, of the work for house – the cows in the grass, the pigs in the chiqueiro, the hens in the place of fetichism and roa and the caieira and the firewood and will be to enumerate all the services would pass one day entire. In that night I arrived extremely in tired house. I took a good bath and I fell in the bed. I slept as a pig, by the way as a tired person. But that wonder! I woke up in a great party in a village. It was party of Are Sebastio.

Quanta beautiful thing had there! Barraquinhas of you eat and you drink, elegant post office, hall of dance and a general animation. Calmly I walk pra there and pra here without thinking about nothing. He was very elegant. Suddenly some strange thing happened: somebody covers the sight and asks who to me was there. I say some names, but I do not obtain to make right.

The young woman if capsizes and which was not the astonishment: nor I know the young woman, nor I know it me. He forgives – Me, young man. I deceived myself. I thought that he was a friend mine, but is not. It pardons me, young man! – It does not have of that, senhorita. This happens, was not nothing excessively. But it was a very good surprise for me. How it is its name? – I call Anita. I am living daqui of the village. Mr. also deferred payment here close? I explained it who liveed there close, but it was the first time that she went to that party and was liking very. I talked with it, I asked of the family, the job, boyfriend yes of boyfriend.