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.