Who is kuruminha ?
Far far away from those mountains that azure the horizon, Kuruminha was born. Kuruminha, the pure young virgin, whose hair was darker than a graúnas wing and long as her palm body. The jati's honeycomb was not as sweet as her smile; not even the vanilla from the woods rescended as much as her fragrant breath. Her gracious nude feet, barely pressed, just smoothed the green plush that the rains made to clothe the ground. Faster than the wild roebuck, the brunette ran trough the outbacks, the plains and the humid forests, where resided her warrior tribe, of the great Tabajara nation.
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