And now, our new annual competition ended. Again, the success was the appointment because we broke a new record of candidates. Must say that staffing batch was particularly exceptional this year.
Let us use the three new who have been rewarded by many voters ... while rereading the other directly on the forum: http://communist.forumpro.fr/forum.htm Why sulk our fun, huh, why?
At 3rd place we find Ajax with a wonderful news that I invite you to (re) discover without delay.
Bernardo de Souza Le Tellier had donned his best suit on Sunday of February. A white suit tailored by the finest artisans the city that was his models come from Paris and Milan. The three-piece showed off the long, slim silhouette of the haughty aristocrat in port, despite the weight of years. The man completed his run by a Panama, pristine white with a braided leather cord, a silver pocket watch brand new, he slipped into his back pocket, near the heart. Finally, he cornered a huge cigar between his teeth, without turning it on.
He commanded the cigars directly to a farm located near Salvador de Bahia. They came directly to their fragrant tropical wood box. Bernardo loved open this case, let them release the aromas capitation, breathing slowly and touch the rough surface of a cigar, admiring the deep brown of her guilty pleasure.
On leaving his house, he greeted his servant, old Luis, and grabbed his cane. He loved this object as well as cigars. It was part of him just like those blue eyes, so-called legacy of a French adventurer, landed by chance and good fortune on the Brazilian coast to seek his fortune, there is this more than a century.
He did not need this cane because, despite her age, the man had equally good eye. No specific health concern, not even OA same boundless energy is well known by the female population in Rio, both senior ladies, his microcosm of origin, and girls joy to the ebony skin that the old did not hesitate to visit, not far docks.
Bernardo made his fortune in trade. Import-export business between Brazil and Europe. Wood, coffee, tropical products by boatloads. The time was auspicious, the forgotten war. Europe is beginning to consume to excess, without restraint.
offices of Le Tellier were on the port but in austral summer day, Bernardo was heading his nonchalant towards the small inner-city blocks and narrow streets dating back to colonial times. In this time of year the streets provided a welcome shade, protecting the barge-rays that the sun beat relentlessly on the city. Walls and balconies were covered with a multitude of bright flowers. Wisteria, bougainvillea, geraniums and magnolias spread their charms and their scents. Bernardo arrived on the small square of San Fernando. He glanced around the church built there by a group of Benedictine in the year of grace 1794. He crossed himself
not, nor shall hello to the priest sitting on the porch of the building. Bernardo was a god, the dollar, and a religion, business. He ends up sitting on the terrace of his favorite coffee, the Madrigal, situated opposite the church.
The establishment was a respectable coffee centennial all red brick and wood. The boys were dressed "French" austere black suit first white apron. Bernardo ordered a coffee and prepared to enjoy it while letting his gaze wander over the square. A group of peasants, newly arrived in town in search of a better life and work, caught his eye.
They were more numerous, these poor people from the countryside to pick an illusory happiness in these cities resemble more and more monsters to sprawling growth without end, puffy neighborhoods where concentrated poverty and misfortunes.
Suddenly, the sound of frantic race, with shouts and whistles made him swing his head. Surgisant the crowd more and more dense at this time of mass approaching. A boy, dirty and unkempt, barely more than six passed in spring grazing trombre table Bernardo and lacking reverse a server offended by such barbarity infant. The heels of funny, a police ventripotant, red-faced, shouting and blowing like a locomotive. In a black fury, he railed collage kid on the run and the delay in passing his heavy riding.
When thinking about it, later, Bernardo never knew exactly why he does so. Anyway, without hesitation, he handed his cane, holding it firmly. The representative of the security forces caught in the incongruous piece of wood, went head over heels, describing the sun as Brazil's love of those who are mature fruit and gives a sweet girl from Ipanema Tanning caramel color. The landing was very heavy, incomparably less distinguished than the ellipse précédemmment performed. The officer turned his piggy eyes, full of fury toward the old man. His face fell against the steely gaze of the businessman.
Sentry civil order rose, handed his cap and an angry gesture, foaming with rage, cursing the pavement, head of mésenvature, went under better skies and land more regularly. Bernardo stood without attention to the sneers of some passers-by and looks dumbfounded servers.
He went back to his villa. Entered, drew cane and hat. We knocked. Bernardo sighed, already knowing that he would find behind the door. He entrouvit from just his head. The mischievous smile and twinkling eyes, the boy thanked him for his speech while attempting to throw incessant glances inward. Bernardo powerfully sighed again. Then he shrugged his shoulders. After all, he had little to do this afternoon or the following days, he opened the door wide
... "Are you hungry? Want to enter? "
Ajax
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