Many times wanted to follow different ways, wanted I to write my history without nobody palpitasse. I made distinction of yes and of not, and never used I find, in the hour that would have to say. If it was certain, never I will know. Friends I made several for the ways, few sobraram, or better, almost none. Now it goes to know if they were only caminhantes friends or as I for the life? Does not know where moment I started to draw my future, if it was when I learned what it was the life or when the entire life if expanded inside of me? if I never had written a verse at least, if never he caught in a penxs pra to write poetries, will be that I would be today in foot with my divagaes? The time not return, its line is always pra front, but the questions do not stop. If I slept I yield I eat all, I would prevent certainly the bad mood and the olheiras, but and the life that beats in me in this hour, where part of the day it I would go to cry out. If I had used uniform, beaten point and I followed the norms all, where I I would be now? I stop many times pra thinking because I exist, and if I exist I have to argue that me always. If I changed in definitive time the direction of my life he guided and it for other ways, where shortcuts I I would meet today? If I had denied everything was given that me, I will be that I would be a beggar of words? Or who would transform knows me into an employee of the high step, with diploma in the wall, much money in the bank, a pretty woman pra to show and the frustration not to know the desatinos that make today me to make a folia for the life? Perhaps if pra played to invent loves only to saciar the latent desire, had lying with more than a thousand women, but with certainty it would not know the fire of the passions. If I folded the contrary esquina to that I folded, I will be that he would find a richness in money. But this esquina for which I entered made me to find in the end of the rainbow a pot, but not of gold, and yes of talentos. The life does not know the effect butterfly, therefore, living creature the gift in the future talking with the past.
It has three years arrived at that house as guest per some days, but as she did not obtain job, she was obliged to work for them, the sluggish and rancorosos cousins, the egoistic aunt and me. The only decent person was the uncle. Its Vanda son, did not make nothing, lived reading fotonovelas and taking a walk with the friends. The son of the way, Jaso, fat person, gluto, passed the day in front of the television, was irresponsible and blackmailer. Coarse and sluggish, the Odisseu, oldest, did not have fixed job.
Its fianc, Lucrecia, were arrogant, emptied and very jalousie. – Good bye, my uncle. Debtor. Alice murmured. It opened the door, looking for not to make noise, and left.
She passed to the side of the boat that the uncle construa in the yard. The dream of captain Nemo was to come back to sail. It left, also looking for, to carry through its dreams. Gaining the street, Alice followed fast, without looking at stops backwards. In the esquina it caught a bus for the road. Its intention was to buy a ticket for So Paulo, to rent one room in a pension and to work as waitress or assistant of kitchen. In the stock market it was the money that it had saved, for an emergency as that one. I descend in the road, Alice was directed for guich. It opened the stock market to catch the money and to buy the ticket, but it did not find it. The wallet had disappeared! It also looked for in the bag, without success. Hurt Aflita and, gave account of that somebody stole it the wallet in the bus. Disappointed, it left guich and it was to sit down in a bank, in the hall. It was some seated time, meditando and deciding what to make. Only not it wanted to come back toward the house of the uncle.