Already it is not enough to be obliged to live in an underdeveloped country. Now it knows almost everything what she transfers herself in my life. Yesterday, after the ritual, arrived one of the youngsters who it protects with vehemence, one that lives interned, person with which it of course (? Dante? It does not smoke, it does not drink, it does not eat meat) does not enter in attrition. Ademais, the youngster has the sensitivity of it, and is diligent, a person without defects. Work! Work! , it when going even so bradou. I am half without north ahead of this sudden demon inside of this woman, of this hell that is the Fraternity. I must be an ignorant, probably me they will judge of this. This Det and the friend must be laughing without stopping so far.
There I cannot make more nothing, not to be the ritual, and look at there. I do not have espiritualidade, as they say, much less capacity for some thing. Coitados! I ask for the God who never disappoints in who they botam as much faith. I am alone with distrust of the magic of these women. In the certainty I go to repent itself, to feel sick person, monster, and am to imagine the content of this magic. Thus also I ask for the God who this alive woman one hundred years, and the new friend of it also. Ah, God, please, makes? me esquec? wools. I do not want the attention of them.
If Wal read this, would play these words against me, would be scheme to this point. It knows what it also said: I have the moon in Scorpion. What I do not discover in my life! now has this advogadazinha put the cool one! It has two faces. It says that it wrote book.
Silence filling each goes of night that falls on the white-dark walls made, it to aperceber itself as only living form in this extended space, between patios and bricks. It was arisen of one alone act. It was necessary to continue; more now, in an incessant march until the car, duly warned to have to continue its divagaes in a wooden hard table, inside of the dawn, under the cold of frozen winds that crossed squares it of basquete. Inasmuch as, if it was! For imposition of an incisive silence, that prenunciava locking of the gates, it ran for squares in darknesses, balancing under them of murmuring eucaliptos, without definitive conclusions, with the luggage weighing to it the thick book shoulders, full, that not yet had read (and certainly, it would not make it of total form). Pitching, in cambiantes hopes, it opened the door of Volkswagen. The sigh of I alliviate when the engine caught, when great possibility of existed not making it, for the cold that punished its Bosch generator; it gave to it momentnea courage to it to follow, for not having as to come back. Thus, it would have to continue, exactly that assaulted for the disillusions of an uncertain future.
The constatao of a next anxiety of and the tomorrow future one, that would go to populate it the reflection moments. The antegozado one to suffer from the process of palatvel learning its perfeccionistas criteria. When going up the steep slope of exit of the college, discharged in the avenue, with the certainty of that it would have moments of anguish in the construction of one to know that it could dignify to teach to it, but that it did not exist another way of being happy is of this possibility, that was its mission of life. It gave of shoulders, and being able to choose to stop, it wanted to continue, and it recommenced continuing. Inhaled for ' ' sinfonia' ' strident of engine 1500, of the insider trintenrio car, it strangled the thoughts of fear that assaulted it the extemporaneous one, in pressing of the projection; it breathed deeper, it sped up and it disappeared in a esquina, freeing smoke in the solitary stone pavements of the torpifyed city, has 25 Km/h, and disappeared in the monday night.