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today I read that this song "Chega de Saudade" by Vinicius de Moraes and Carlos Jobim, we are celebrating 50 years of Bossa Nova. I checked in the Sunday supplement of El Comercio, I can not help but smile and remember my mother's house abandoned, because there, everyone loves to read daily newspaper, each with their own hours, of course, then the house had saudade Martinez of our lives together, but with the sweetness of seeing them now all with new eyes, in my own space. I suffered a little death to go, but do need to give back to the blood wind, once again giving back to the circle, but is a bit devoid of print.

What is the essence of nostalgia? It is nothing simpler than tenderly feel a nostalgia, a sweet pain (not the same sweet sadness, but some people know that), because each individual will be given its own graduation, its saborcito bitter honey. Many times have we felt longing without knowing it. How every culture has its own concepts to define their feelings, because that sense has no meaning in Castilian, do you have in another language?

few weeks ago I started testing the Catholic, after many weeks stepped college, I sometimes think maleada me and I always say that it was not difficult to finish the race and let the tender cotidaneidad of a school of theater, Me, I pounded the sternum could not smile away the grin of my face, just leaving the inn around barefoot girls were red-faced, certainly had acting training class, the TUC's clothes were always all combat without shoes, singing, cavorting on the grass, or going to the bathroom half naked at times. And suddenly, the sight of these red cheeks came an immense nostalgia.

Here's the song, performed by Chico Buarque. Note the smiles of everyone. I can not with that of Chico.





Here are the lyrics. Obrigada. Chega de saudade



realities É sem ela não há that peace

Não há beleza É Só melancholy sadness
E
That não sai de mim Não sai de mim
, não sai.

Mas ela voltar,
if she comes back
What a beautiful thing What a crazy thing

Because there are less fish swimming in the sea Than the little kisses

I will give to his mouth.

Into my arms, The hugs

There will be a million hugs so tight
,
together like, well
Draft

Hugs and kisses and endless caresses
What is to stop this thing Of living away

me I do not want this thing anymore Of you living without

Let me stop this thing Of you living without
me.