THE MYSTERY OF THE BLACK SCARF

RYING EVE

WORKING AS A BRICKLAYER IN THE CIVIL CONSTRUCTION IN GRANDE SÃO PAULO, HE HAD

SOAP, TO REMOVE THE ROTTEN SMELL OF THE STEPPAD, THE TEARS MIXED WIT

THE ITINGA RIVER, TO CRY, AND CRY UNTIL YOU ARE TIRED, THE

G WITHOUT LOOKING BACK, AND NEVER TURNING BACK, BUT HE THOUGHT ABOU

LWAYS ARRIVED DRUNK, CAMELIA WAS ALREADY WAITING FOR HIM NAK

HE TRADITIONAL BLACK SCARF THAT