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Pão - Bread - Pan - Pain

Una historia del compartir

The Birds of the Red House

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Behind Moon's - Detrás de la Luna - Derrière la Lune

El Pueblo de Girasol - La Ville de le Tournesol - Cidade de Girassol

Dedicado al profesor del niño joven

Charlie

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Libros Niños

The Birds of the Red House - Lippi & Semma's Friendship - Letter to the Moon. - Behind Moon's - Luz do Jardim - O Menino e a Lua - A Estrela do Quintal - Mosca & Besouro Astronautas - Xama, a Anta - A Galinha Assustada - Tamil e a história de passear - Caracol e outras histórias infantis - O Peixinho do Pantanal. - Lírio. - Pão - A Menina que dizia Oi - A Travessia do Lago -

El Niño y la Luna

Una estaria de futbol

O Peixinho do Pantanal

Le Petit Poison de la Pantanal - El Pececito del Pantanal

Lippi & Semma

Building friendship

Crônicas da Casa

Cronica da Casa - Bessie
Clowns e Trânsito
A CASA VELHA DE JEREMIAS LANG
Peixinho do Pantanal
A respeito de educação
Barquinho - é uma história de desenvolvimento humano
Girassol
Lírio - o menino que foi falar com as estrelas
A Amizade de Lippi e Semma -
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AbOBLeDiOs

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Nascut a Cianorte Agost 1959 Dos nens Isadora i Pedro Felipe Casada més que la majoria amb Maria Sa

PEDRO MOREIRA NT: I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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