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Imagem: Arquivo Pessoal “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too...

Um Caracol apressado passeava pelo Bosque, quando encontrou um Pequeno Ratinho. – Você sabe que dia é hoje? – perguntou o Caracol impaciente. – Não! – respondeu o Pequeno Ratinho. – É um dia de festa, mas não sei como comemorar. – Nós sabemos, deixa que nós te ajudamos! – disseram os Ratinhos que acabaram de chegar. Os Ratinhos começaram a cantar para convidar todos os animais, decorando o bosque com árvores e luzes coloridas.   Feliz Natal, Feliz Natal A alegria da estação, É hora de comemorar Reunidos, amigos e família Nunca é tarde para compartilhar alegria, Feliz Natal!   Do nascer ao pôr do sol, Dançamos e cantamos Feliz Natal! Vamos comemorar A esperança e a alegria Que esse dia traz Junte-se a nós, vamos festejar.   Feliz Natal! Um momento de fé e esperança Feliz Natal! Uma celebração para você e para mim Feliz Natal! Vamos comemorar, Junte-se a nós, vamos festejar.   No caminho, o Ratinho encontrou o...

  The Little Rabbit in The Autumn Nights   (English Version) Once, the Little Rabbit Understood silent The Autumn wind When finally came the night.   The Little Rabbit looked at yesterday The last summer day, Now, the season had changed.   Hearing the wind, To the sound of the night Where the stars shine Under the Moonlight.   Looking at the sky Always seems That there is something to be seen And a million reasons to dream.   The Little Rabbit heard the leaves dancing To the sound of the wind While the animals also heard the sound And they've been waiting for the dawn.   The wind whispered Through the leaves, Among the trees.   The Day has become Night And Night will soon become another Day.   Autumn brought with it Closest days of winter The Little Rabbit knew it.   Autumn also brought Milder days, The Little Rabbit knew this so well, With the Autumn smel...

    The Treacherous Magic Book (English Version)   The clever cat, Corn Meal. And the smart little frog, Chiquinho. They were studying magic spells with the Little Witch Sisters, when Chiquinho told them about a Magic Book in the library, but there was a terrible rumour about it. The Book was known to be Treacherous. Curious, they entered through the door of the enchanted library to see the Book. And there it was, the Book they called the Treacherous. The Little Witches asked to the Book if it could tell them a story, but the Book didn't answer. Corn Meal whispered to the Little Witches: - Don't worry, Chiquinho and I will sort it out. Then, Chiquinho said in a loud tone: - I've heard about a Magical Book famous for its stories, but they say it isn't capable of telling them. Maybe this Book is just a liar and deceiver. The Book opened, scaring them. - Who dares to question my existence? There is a price to be paid for listening to a story! Then, Chiquinho replie...

Mi ricordo quei giorni La via del ritorno a casa E il tempo che è passato così in fretta. Veloce come l'arrivo del crepuscolo E la sorpresa senza pretese Della pioggia. Mi ricordo il mio primo amore L'amore di bambino. Ho capito Che ci vuole coraggio. Mi ricordo Dal dolce miele Quando il vento portò Il profumo dei fiori. Il vero sorriso Viene dal cuore Un amico sincero Lui sa come capirti. Mi ricordo Dal calore dell'abbraccio Per abbracciare un amico al tuo fianco. E i sorrisi nelle giornate fredde Nelle mattine d'inverno Tra i fiocchi di neve bianchi. Le peculiarità delle storie Non avere paura di parlare E di parlare senza paura. Mi ricordo le amicizie Che un giorno ho incontrato. Mi ricordo le amicizie Che un giorno ho detto addio. E i compagni avventurieri Che correvano per i campi Con un mondo da scoprire. Quando le strade erano infinite E il mondo sembrava così piccolo. Mi ricordo Quando volevo raggiungere l'orizzonte E trasformare il mondo. Senza direzione...