40 funny northeastern phrases to smile and drive away the aperrei

We go on living and trying every day to be less abetted to be happier.

Heat from the northeast is like the heart of this people: it’s not for everyone, you have to be a strong goat to withstand it.

If I say to you, my fi, a “go fuck yourself”, it’s because you’ve talked too much about the serene drop.

I only ask God for a life full of good parties.

Who was born fei, has to be arretado to be successful.

Every Northeasterner knows what “ôxe” means depending on the intonation.

“Mundiça” is a group of people who get along well because no one judges anyone.

When the tapioca turns, I don’t even want to be near it.

If I catch my eye, I know it’s bullshit right away. Nobody fools that bitch, no.

Don’t worry, no, tomorrow the day could be worse.

Well resolved that I am, I don’t like indirect and, if you come and say it to my face, I’ll tell you to chip.

My life is full of vixes, oxes and eitas, but I don’t give up because I’m a strong and fierce goat.

Don’t bother me, don’t come to harangue me that life already does it on its own and doesn’t need your help.

There’s nothing better than a xero in the neck of those we love.

Its energy is so bad it looks like dry, unseasoned couscous.

Assunta well: life needs a little pepper in order to get good and get it right; if not, it’s too boring.

Mainha says I’m beautiful, a delicacy and, even if the mirror says I’m fei, I prefer to believe her.

I wasn’t born with patience, but I was left wanting to tell everyone to go fuck themselves.

He ruffled his beard hairs as this pretty girl walked past me.

Being drawn like that, she won my heart and I couldn’t run away anymore.

Mulé is not stubborn, she just blindly believes that others are right and wrong.

Lying on a cold floor is what every northeastern person does to withstand this heat of illness.

With every vixe that life presents me, it seems like it turns into a bigger jeez.

Stopping being a beast because I discovered that, for life to gain a direction, I have to give it.

Oxê is oxê and there’s no way to explain it, we just know.

To freak me out, just say you’re out of couscous.

I’ve been in the bag for so long that all I wanted most was a xero.

Ugliness we disguise with sympathy because it’s the only way.

I’ve been too bold and it didn’t work out. Now, I walk slowly to see if it works.

In the name of my mental health, I distribute “go fuck yourself” to everyone who deserves it.

I apologize to everyone who had to listen to me when I was in my grip.

Quiet the torch because I’m already in a hurry and I don’t want to rant anymore.

Couscous is better than a lot of people and tastier than a lot of fancy food out there.

I act crazy so I don’t have to act like a grumpy goat.

Come on, world, the day is not won alone. You need to fight. Arrive!

Your fat scoundrel doesn’t hit me because my figa and Padin Ciço protect me.

I need some sense not to get in trouble and get crazier than I already am.

Life is long enough, so the couscous has to be moist and seasoned.

A couple of cheekbones is all a goat needs to live well.

See, if it’s not the most beautiful thing everyone has ever seen and whoever hasn’t seen it is because there’s no zói.