I try to remember more details of that day in an apartment of them you square one hundred of the Plan Pilot. Brasilia was its city of the heart. That city was made for the sky. The nature had its space between the road monuments, axles and the pertaining to school shears nothing, therefore of didactics and easy understanding they did not have much. The seedbeds central offices almost did not have pedestrians. It was never a city for pedestrians, the foot and the leg, and today the cars look space where already it does not exist. Girl always thinks how much its life would be different case Papa had not given the carmobovino to it. It was the face of Brasilia, admittedly.
When in time, she passed for the Structural one and she felt regredir of the urbanity, of basic sanitation of modernity when counting rodmetro. At least it had critical conscience of the reality, standed out, as if this was very important. It wants a city more modern than Brasilia? It has its structure based on an airplane. Girl cost to understand this. She heard, when in time, somebody to comment, happy, to have had the luck to live in a planned city. She could have been established in a boat of century XIX and to have effect in the country the same? Perhaps she would lose very of its altitude and speed.
Very quick it was the life in the capital. To enter in the Eixo was synonymous of rapidity, who enters, supposedly, wants to go faster, who does not follow the speed, finishes being inconvenient. Girl is rapidity-capital example. Its life happens very fast. It always has who asks the new features to it, and it badly it knows for where to start. Everything is history and philosophical reflection. Everything is emotive. One only remembers a fact in its life where it did not find as much emotion: namoro with one of the Skies.