Voila my 15 “seconds” of international fame. The name of this polish from Ponta Grossa, unpaved street, no sewage or treated water wholesale piá of worms, killed by constant hunger thin polenta, just out on the sign of the Mint in Paris. It’s nothing, it’s nothing, but it is almost everything. I just sinned by pride hunger for fame. Sic transit gloria mundi, do whatever. A bientôt, brown tupiniquim tribe. Au revoir.

Voilá meus 15 “segundos” de fama internacional. O nome deste polaco de Ponta Grossa, da rua sem calçamento, sem esgoto nem água tratada, piá atacado de verminose, da fome matado pela constante polenta rala, acaba de sair no letreiro da Casa da Moeda em Paris. Não é nada, não é nada, mas é quase tudo. Acabo de pecar pela soberba fome de fama. Sic transit gloria mundi, fazer o que. A bientôt, parda tribo tupiniquim. Au revoir.

Voila mon 15 “second” de renommée internationale. Le nom de cette polonaise de Ponta Grossa, rue non pavée, ni réseau d’égout ou d’eau traitée Piá gros de vers, tué par la faim polenta fine constante, vient de sortir sur le signe de la Monnaie de Paris. Ce n’est rien, ce n’est rien, mais c’est à peu près tout. Je viens de péché par orgueil faim de gloire. Sic transit gloria mundi, faire autre chose. A bientôt, tribu de Tupiniquim brun. Au revoir.

http://youtu.be/B_JIK8rYERo

What seemed to be a simple news for so large Revista Brazil, on the radio network and a bunch of stations all over Brazil, ended up being one of the most historic radio reports have made throughout the existence of the living-dead ghost-arising-exceeded. The team continued to live up to eleven at night. That night, he had neither the traditional program The Voice of Brazil, through a special permit achieved by then president of Radiobras-EBC, the old radio journalist Carlos Zarur. I remember that the National Information noon and little, in my turn, suddenly, with an eye on the TV images (CNN), I stop talking and change the image for audio:

– And attention. The Twin Towers have just fallen. That’s right, folks. I’m seeing here, live. The Twin Towers of New York, from this moment, no longer exist. Gone. Collapsed. There is only a cloud of dust. Over.

https://mamcasz.com/2009/09/10/september-11-2001/

https://mamcasz.com/2010/09/10/sept-11-in-god-we-trust-sera/

                  September 7 – Independence Day of Brazil

Full moon, beginning of the hot night, across the Eixão – the freeway along Brasilia, South to North. At the brazilian modern capital city – today is day of the Parada Gay – LGBT.                    

Sete de Setembro – O Grito das Excluídas de Brasília, Brazil.

Para fechar o Dia da Pátria que me Pariu, no Eixão da Ilha, Lua Cheia, a Décima-Sétima Parada das Pessoas Cidadãs de Brasília, Satélites, Cidades do Entorno mais as Visitantes Casuais da Esplanada.

Le Cri du Peuple Exclus

Septembre, 7 – Jour de l’Indépendance du Brésil

Pleine lune, début de la nuit chaude, à travers de le Eixão – l’auto-route au long de Brasilia, du Sud au Nord, la capitale moderne brésilienne .

 Aujourd’hui, c’est le jour de la Parada Gay – LGBT