About The one that suffers when it loses, who smiles when he wins, who cries when
simply want to cry, I am not perfect, just as you do not
is: I am so, sometimes grimace, sometimes modern, but always brazilian!
my life is not an open book with all pages in the wind, but not
closed in a box impossible to open who knows me that
unravel my mysteries and secrets, who does not know me I do not
I seem to be the judge.