Thus, nothing it is suppressed, terms, words, feelings, thoughts everything it goes sprouting in the pages of this book where the reader if comes across with some sensations and, if does not have no previous knowledge on Pagu, goes constructing a personage who, many times, nor seems to have been real. They are stories of its memories, of who age and of as if transformed into elapsing of its fight, when writing the last line, very young still, only thirty years, seem to be the history of a life, so great the intensity and the experience of the described facts. At some moments the reader goes to shock itself, therefore Pagu is of an authenticity that bothers, it is presented as a simple woman the search of a true love, in the continuity of the story not only perceives that it yearns for true feelings, a love, it searchs a pureness of acts that destoa of the world small bourgeois where it lives. Modern excessively for a world of narrow mind, strong woman in a period where the women did not have this prerogative; in Brazil daily pay-modern, where they did not have voice nor time. Thus, one appears that it runs away the rules, burla the norms imposed for the paternalism of the national state, in full years 30/40, it could only pass to history as irresponsible and exibicionista. Learn more on the subject from Tai chi. Incompreendida for the family and the way who the fence, to its take it fidgets of meeting with the modernista anthropophagy and intellectual production.
It searchs the diversity. The book goes telling to the compasses and exaggerations of this search, a compound of naivety and madness, in its text exists a mixture of poetry, romance and police story. Something of tragic appears in the history that goes if uncurling to each phrase, same it exactly says that always it found its life tragic e, considering that, when writing, this source disappears, the reader, some tickets is of a crudeza that the tragedy jumps to the eyes.
It searchs the diversity. The book goes telling to the compasses and exaggerations of this search, a compound of naivety and madness, in its text exists a mixture of poetry, romance and police story. Something of tragic appears in the history that goes if uncurling to each phrase, same it exactly says that always it found its life tragic e, considering that, when writing, this source disappears, the reader, some tickets is of a crudeza that the tragedy jumps to the eyes.
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