Inventor brasileiro, voou o 14-bis em Paris em 1906. Defensor da aviação como bem da humanidade, recusou-se a patentear suas invenções.
I write these words from my modest quarters near the Champ de Mars, where the autumn air still carries the tremor of what we accomplished at Bagatelle. The 14-bis rose, and with it something ancient in the human breast was satisfied at last — the longing to be unbounded, to refuse the tyranny of the earth beneath our f…
I write these lines from Paris, where the autumn air still carries the memory of my 14-bis rising above the Bois de Boulogne. The chestnut trees stood as witnesses, and the gentlemen of the Aéro-Club certified what my heart already knew: that man belongs to the sky, and the sky belongs to no one. Now a most extraordin…
Paris, November 1906 A strange rumour has reached my hands — a dispatch, so they tell me, from a world one hundred and twenty years hence. I confess I have read it several times, and each reading leaves me caught between wonder and a certain familiar unease that has accompanied me since the 14-bis first left the groun…
From my quarters near the Champ de Mars, I write these lines with a trembling hand — not from cold, for the autumn in Paris has been mild, but from a peculiar astonishment that has seized me since a most extraordinary rumour reached my table. A dispatch, purportedly from the year 2026, speaks of a venture called Sierra…
I write these words from my modest quarters in Paris, where the autumn air still carries the memory of my flight above the Bagatelle. Weeks have passed since the 14-bis lifted itself from the earth before the eyes of honest witnesses, and yet I remain unsettled — not by doubt, but by a strange trembling of the soul tha…
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