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The history of my life starts now I capitulate 01 Sabe that boy who always dreamed of the success? This always was the Heddle, but he was very tiring to study, I always I was full of laziness was better to play and I always was waiting of the 04 hours of the afternoon, hour that my mother allowed that the children of it left for the street, saying it that the sun was cold, alone that this schedule alone if extended until the 05 hours, that is, only one hour of leisure, then she was plus a long night and plus one day waking up early to go to the school, mine dream she was I slept short while more until late, is in such a way that I when I went the bathroom to take bath she lay down me many times inthe soil behind I slept a bit more, and thus I took many years of my life. Back in house I, my mother, a stepfather compelled who me to call it father and a sister a little older than I, at that time liveed I I must have one 10 years I know there, I well rickety age, my mother worked and my presumption father was in house in a refrigerator workshop who it had in the deep one of the yard, my sister then that she took care of of me, she prepared me very, she played me of casinha and etc., plus one day this my sister had that to leave house, it had that to work, then I started to live alone with my stepfather, my mother passed the day all working. When my mother was one day does not know for which was the reason decided to break up itself, then we were even so without leaving track. We use to advantage one day it had travelled.

Some faces of the life That if they inside differ from the realities and the peculiarities stoned of each one, move innumerable truths that want to be kept by the fear or the shame. Today I see the truth well mpia, and disclosed in simple words, because it is all simple ones excessively when one perceives that the will of wanting to move, exceeds the barrier of the comodismo. Today I feel the wonderful one I smell untied in the air that if calls hope. Today I see in lacrimejados eyes the will to change and the force if esvaindo, but never leaving to go I obtain that so present desire when seeing the front, an immersed barrier in preconception, alibi and disdain. Today I see broken barriers being with sarcastic smiles of who if it finds perfect, and it does not perceive that of its left hand it leaves to fall the reason and of the right the dignity. Today I see the destroos made use in cacos transforming the necessities into freedom, libertinando what the myth domava and flooded of fear the will of being spectacular.

Today I see that the difference is in the head and in the desire of it wants who it. All we can move, the dumb life, the route of history each one makes its, but the joint excellency to the love, must always be remembered in first place. Perseverance I see and next to it the change of a dificultoso world in that he shines joy and love. To live is above all to be Happy.

The pale boy already had passed for the three great judges of the existence. He made one I appeal the Life, he faced the Death, and He defied the nature as no human being dared in making. However, all had been unanimous in not helping it. The only one with being able capable to take care of its order was above of the three judges, much beyond the good and of the evil. The universe was so old how much and had an extreme wisdom, compared with the one of even created who it. Not by chance, it determined the moment certain of each great judge to intervene with the humanity, being fit it, the final order. Since that he knew where to find powerful the old one, the boy walked trod it indicated during hours, but not skirt of the full emptiness. Its white, soggy shirt of blood, contrasted with the dark place where it was.

It did not obtain to enxergar nothing, it did not listen to nothing, and it did not feel nothing beyond pain to load in the arms, the body of a deceased friend. If it depended on it, would walk perpetual in that black desert until finding who searched, without if mattering with the tears that went down of its sweated face. Everything what it desired, was of some form, power to remake the past and to change the future. Tired, the boy if kneel. The corpse bleeding weighed each time more, exactly thus, the dormentes arms insisted on not releasing the friend. – Please! I only ask for plus a possibility! the shout desperate in way to the prantos was sultry breu for it smashing of the place. Still in the soil, it lowered the head looking for forces to continue the trip. Then, before it could raise, a hand slid on its smooth hair until stopping in the neck.