In the Internet and periodicals the names of the two had been divulged, the happiness were as much that seemed until lie. Without losing time soon it counted for the mother the newness, that was mui- You the happy one, but Eraldo did not like nothing the newness. Two days if had passed and Marcelo already was with almost everything that goes to lead soon, this taking Its materials, clothes, and certain amount in money. Natan also this soon, also the place where they go to live in Porto Alegre already he was determined. All agreement, therefore goes to pass much time for there, Vera Lcia goes To order an amount in money to help in the expenditures. Natan has one known in Porto Alegre, that goes to give job for the two.
already Knows the place that goes to live. The ticket already was bought and the 20 bus goes to leave h: 00 hour of the night. Eraldo did not agree to the decision of the son, but it had that to accept, therefore it is the happiness of the son who this in game. In the road the farewell was difficult, Marcelo promised to keep comtato, the parents of Natan also was there to say farewell itself to the son. They were difficult to leave the tranquillity and the peace that Is Gabriel has to make its lives in the capital. They had been 4 hours of trip until Porto Alegre, Marcelo was magic with the city. It was more 1 hour until a species of pension where some Young divides one same house, a provisory place to finish the studies. Marcelo adored the organization of the place, all contributing in the house duties, as cleanness, expenditures, and all more. Natan already knew 3 inhabitants of the house, Deisiane the oldest and nica u that deferred payment does not only study.
We grow, we study, we learn, we work, we assist, at last we live and throughout this new existence we start to act as if we were here, in this planet Land of as many tests and atonements, for all always, many times forgetting the sensible and objective Real the current existence that is our moral and intellectual improvement. Throughout one it has left significant of the life we go ' ' joining coisas' ' that we piously believe to be ours. Starting for the materials, we buy clothes, clocks, jewels, shoes, cars, houses, lands, keep money in the bank and for it measures there. Everything this in ' ' pertence' '. We also believe that we are owners of certain people.
Unhappyly it is as soon as we think ….. That they are of our property and that they have that to be always with us. In essence it is the egoistic form to love that we possess, compatible with our current evolutivo period of training. She is my mother, my father, my wife or husband, is my children, my family, my friends etc etc etc. Exists the time where the life everything ' ' of ' ' ….. But, the time also exists where the life ' ' toma' ' or ' ' it catches in return ' '. is accurately at these moments that in them we come across with pain and the suffering.
They are the material losses that take as many people to commit the most despairing attitudes. They are the affective losses, of wanted beings, that next mainly, that they even though take in them to doubt the existence of God. But what it is really lost? The substance? This always belonged and will continue belonging to this planet. Even though our physical body ' ' the land retornar' '. the affective losses? But let us think well, if we are immortal beings, nobody loses nobody, we only break up ourselves momentarily, therefore we have then the certainty of that we will reencontraremos our beings wanted in a next future, in some colony spiritual of this ' ' mundo afora' '.
Why I am far from the Christmas? I do not know why it is so difficult to write on the Christmas. This always seemed so natural But to the times to write is a childbirth, perhaps so difficult how much of Maria in Belm. To translate something that we are feeling, in a pure and melodramtico lyricism, seems old-fashioned, but, depending on the situation, if it becomes good exit. Of this time, however, I prefer to leave the Muse a little of side and to appeal to the narration, something daily and less idealized. It is complicated, for small narrators as I, to speak of whom it is not being lived deeply, trying, following of close The distanciamento is proper of the masters of the art, is one trunfo that I do not have. Why I am far from the Christmas? Complicated Perguntinha to answer, but I go to battle for this reply, to fight as Jose to find one cantinho its son to be born (since at that time hospital of the SUS did not exist nor) At this moment I love the text as if he was a son. In the truth, ahead of the calendar (that it is come close wider steps each time of the anniversary of Christ) I seem to follow in the inverse direction.
Therefore I do not want to sing this date in verse and try in chats. The life seems to walk excessively fast, the bigger requirements is each time in relation the money, prestige, power (not necessarily in this order), the monetary values occupies the place of the necessary ones At last, this thing insane person who if calls century XXI finishes in catching, making with that, instead of us to construct history, is it who, in cruel way, takes the reins and she commands in them. By the way, for speaking in reins, the man of today does not think as Jesus, who entered in Jerusalem in one jumentinho.