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In those streets of buildings projected by Frank Lloyd and Corbusier I dreamed my dry landscape ... In those sumptuous temples full of mystery, I dreamed of the little chapel of St. John ... At speedy High Ways, I dreamed the trails of xique xique ... In the gigantic parks, of these megalopolis, I dreamed the backyard of the caatingas ... In these blown Mecca, I dreamed my shotgun from punch to punch ... In the night clubs of high society, I dreamed Zé Lagoa homemade ball ... I confess that I lived these worlds, but I never left home ... ! Xique - xique, Piloseceus polygonus cactus... Caatinga : area in the northeast of Brazil semi-arid, scrub forest

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