This my new friend adores to visit cemetaries. As good friend whenever I can I follow it in the week ends. I learned to less find information in the waited places. The grave of the Lenore family Branches, the same of the Street Consuelo Martino Lenore Branches, there downtown. The Appeared Building Jose Lenore Branches where it is the Trade association. The family must be old, to judge for the date of the death of the patriarch who dates of period of foundation of the city. E, for the amount of Japanese, Portuguese, Spanish and Italian last names in this cemetary I deduce that I am in a city of pioneers.

Of Akamura, the Bertocelli, of Axes the Oaks, all seem to have joined a place alone its of the sky underneath that seems to protect to all we. With certainty, all had had a life to count, to cry, to love and if to cheer. Made all it of choices, pains, loves, flavors and odors. E, of this script never I heard to say that nobody left living creature. That place that it had visited provoked in me an admiration feeling and respect, of estranhamento and surprise of the type that we have when in them we come across when capsizing the esquina. That esquina of every day, always equal e, suddenly, without nor more less, so different.

I started to repair in curves, colors, nuances, cheiros that it had not perceived until then. Something similar happens when we receive the relatives or friends, in that holiday. E, we are led, for the fiftieth time, to visit museum, the same zoological the same, same beach, the same park. E, without nothing of extraordinary it happens you is taken by an incredible atmosphere of surprise and close gratefulness. Lead for the dexterity and the rapidity of a stranger you are presented to one another place. For more specific information, check out BP.

It can be I recommence that it comes today, or still is for coming. Who still knows it can appear after a time, but equivalent will be to think about what still it will arrive. In the way of our trajectories, in we find them lost, or found excessively, however none of the options discloses nor in points out them what we are to follow. It had days that the wakening aconchegou the certainty of good comings the life, thus with passing of the seconds, the certainty if launches to the wind leading a little of we ourselves. The reply it requires something definitive, but we do not want to decide nothing at that moment. Certain sufferings are similar. The preoccupying one is the actions that take in them to inside devorar this interiorizada guilt of us. This is the such searched synchronism to testify the error of somebody. Perhaps but it will bring the certain explanations of all the silenced words, of all the searched possibilities, without the least to consult the permission of the life!