Xande the boy from the distant kites
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Última publicación vie, dic 16, 2016
Xande does not hide his passion for kites. It is admired by all the children of the traditional stone street in a traditional neighborhood of Rio de Janeiro, and it is only the sun rising in the skies at the weekend that there it is with its beautiful colored kites and its reel that looks more like an industrial reel Of so great.
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