Aqui há quatro estações de
verdade. E todas trazem paisagens diferentes. No Outono sabe bem passear no
parque. Ver aquelas cores quentes nas árvores. Correr por cima das folhas secas,
como os miúdos. Sentir o fresquinho na cara e agradecer um cachecol à volta do
pescoço. Vibrar com o
cheirinho a castanhas assadas. Ai, espera, aqui ninguém vende castanhas
assadas na rua. Ou castanhas,
ponto. Eu sei bem que as há, mas andam a escondê-las! Eu quero
castanhaaaaaaaas!!!!!
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Here, there are four seasons for real. And each
one of them shows us different landscapes. It is good to walk in the park in
the Fall. To see those warm colors up in the trees. To run and step the dried
leaves on the floor. To feel the (already cold) breeze on the face and appreciate
a scarf around the neck. To thrill about the wonderful smell of the baked
chestnuts. Oh, wait, nobody sells baked chestnuts in the street. Or chestnuts,
dot. I know they are around, but someone is hiding them from me! I want
chestnuuuuuuuuuuts!!!!!
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