The MULATEIRO

Imposing, magical, untouched of all adverse damage to it are made.

Day or night, any time that passes, the Police Square, downtown Manaus, see it. Reference beauty and elegance. Stiff. Powerful. Featured in size; harmonic mode of living and aesthetics, and more, with a great scent.

It's a shame to be so despised by those around him, those that take advantage of it. "Shame indeed! I am nature! Where is the support of the people? "_mulateiro Bit of anger.

Need to see in the spring when the flowers transform the area around a huge yellow carpet. There is equal upholstery. "I am not well appreciated," mutters the mulateiro _ sad. Century and Century dictating the beauty of the place, but nobody even tum. Little do the Mulateiro feel wounded and hurt.

Would you like to be different, I would be welcomed by all who pass through there.

And in the end, he has consciousness of treatment you give them: "Nothing is what effect the rush of day-to-day. What people mostly live exasperated in order to survive. I'm here, see if you see me, his alienated "_ screams of rage.

Nothing! Indifference is total. Go back and forth and do not give the slightest. They are, surely, alienated them. Tell me about it, because I am a witness. Because if it were otherwise, there would see the treasure in his nostrils.

"If I could put a sign in large letters 'I LOOK HERE' - Mulateiro like to radicalize.

Want to know more? Not so the story would be different. People arrancariam the board and would not even practical to mulateiro balls. It is time this blindness. In our time it is every man for himself and God for all. Each one is free from the weather, do not care prac his neighbor, how are caring for a paltry mulateiro? Who knows if he dies of grief, or disregard of the population, these are no longer in the scent that had, come to realize, that is, lack feel, because humans are like this: only value, when they lose. So, it's too late.