I am a flato, also known as pum. I am imprisoned in the intestinais walls since yesterday, when the owner of this intestine decided to eat a baita of feijoada. That I remember to me I went down of everything, of bacon of pig until a tidbit mount mixed drink. Of course the combustion was furious and finished being born in the way of all this gororoba calrica. Since then I come trying to leave daqui, but without success.
It would like to say that the freedom is a right of all. Everything, opinion, thought, liberty of speech. A reality was not easy to become this. I know of much people that died fighting for this ideal, the ideal of being free and to go and to come. Therefore the freedom must be loved, be preserved and stimulated. Never, in hypothesis some, trimmed. It occurs that the freedom of the intestinais gases comes being trimmed throughout the centuries. For more clarity and thought, follow up with MSCO and gain more knowledge.. We have been restrained, suffocated, trancafiados! I want to say that I am a gas of free spirit, I was not born pra to live in a intestinal arrest.
I want to take my route, to fly in the clouds, to catch hitchhiking in the first breeze that to blow however, I have my freedom denied for considering my presence in the indesejada atmosphere. Indesejada why? , I ask. What I made pra to deserve this confinement? Already I killed somebody, by chance? Already I stole, already I offended, already I deviated public mounts of money, already I maltreated, already I made horrible things for there? I am a honest flato and of good nature, never I harmed nobody in this life. But still thus, I continue without having permission pra to leave. It has who says that I deserve this arrest because of mine I smell. However, mine I smell is resulted of involved chemical processes in the digestion. I am not who I choose mine I smell, and yes the people when they eat what they eat. He lacked this to me, the citizen if empanturra of feijoada and only wants that I smell what!, the lavender, by chance? However, he makes me the favor! Its flato does not have guilt of it smells that it has, it is alone victim of this cursed intestinal repression that devastates to all we. But this goes to finish, ah, if it goes. If it has a fact (not a flato) to be said on the flatos is that they are persistent gases and they never do not give up! In this accurate instant millions of intestinais gases they are organizing a great manifestation in favor of its freedom. The idea is to make a revolution in day seven of September, day of the Independence of Brazil. In this day, then after the schedule of the lunch, flatos of the entire world will be fighting bravely pra to leave its intestinais arrests. It will be an action integrated, badly cheirosa and organized. All the gases, joined and of one only time, will leave to the force its arrests having provoked a serious and espremido racket. thus, taken for the spirit of D. Peter I, we will raise together the sword of justice and will proclaim with all the soul our shout of the Ipiranga: ‘ ‘ Independncia or Pum!