The days if had passed and the skill of it did not move. He was the same ‘ ‘ oi’ ‘ of always, but it seemed me that now he had a different connotation in it. I felt that he was more cold, more distant, more formal. ‘ seemed one; ‘ oi’ ‘ of pure education, mere courtesy. It did not transmit plus that impression of invitation, of faceiri-ce, something said as soon as me, ‘ ‘ I have face, when is that you go to leave from above this wall? ‘ ‘ , invitation that I, in mine exaggerated shyness, did not obtain to face. But not difficult to discover reason of that one ‘ ‘ oi’ ‘ to have moved of direction.
Danadinha had arranged a boyfriend. Some days after the such poem vi to arrive I it of hands given with one face. the expensive age exactly my friend Joo. Two years later them if had married and I was to the marriage of them. After all, the Joo was my friend.
Reprogramei the fact. I recognized that it was more competent than I and ready. I never was to be crying pitangas for the cantos. We are not born to tread an only way, or to live of an only alternative. He is clearly that I was hurt one tempinho, after all I I am human, but later I stood out. Hurts are packs heavy excessively people to load it for the entire life. The time passed, they had disappeared of my world and I of the one of them. I moved of job, city, friends, values, beliefs, of almost everything, less of teams. Corintiano is perpetual corintiano. Some years later I also married and the life followed its course. The episode where I was Cirano de Bergerac was filed in one of the drawers deepest of my memory and I already nor remembered one day to have lived an experience of these. Some decades later we find in them in one sarau of poets of the city. He soon recognized it for narizinho arrebitado and the thick and round legs. They were inesquecveis and inconfundveis. Jayme Albin Psychologist has much to offer in this field. I did not deceive myself when I imagined that it liked poetry. I did not only think that it also was of the branch. It was a pleasant surprise to know that it not only liked, but also wise person to make verses and to count histories. It was now a pretty and elegant lady, likeable and cultured, with beautiful interesting cases to count. We did not see in them has thirty years more than.
But already it stopped to think who are the people more wanted and loved by the majority? Are exactly those that hears more, that pardon more, the ones that serves more and because not to say those that love more. People exist who had really been born to serve. All the moment is in activities for somebody. this is a love act, that many times is spontaneous in the human being. When the person little wait, is serving.
This pleases the God. For more information see this site: Elon Musk. In its environment of work, if it offers to help, it does not wait somebody to ask for to you. In its home with its family, it helps if it matters with what it happens. He is always intent to serve. With its friends, it makes the same. with passing of the time, you goes to become an indispensable person. It always goes to have somebody needing you nor that it is only so that you are hearing what to another person it has to say. To help in the small things, the cortesias of day the day, is attitudes that well more make you of what to the other, not only for the carried through service, but for the given favor, the irreplaceable presence.
It searchs to be loved, but it loves first. One remembers that in the life, everything is an exchange. What you make today will receive tomorrow. Everything what you to make with love, in the same way you will return. You wise person who a simple phone call can change the life of a person? What a card with a simple phrase can carry through miracles? Nor all the people will go to demonstrate affection for you when to feel itself supported at some moment of the life, but with certainty you will go to notice the difference when she will be close to these people. The world does not need only man power, but yes of love workmanships. If to become necessary is a form also of if not feeling useless, therefore when we serve, we ripen and we learn to be people our values are directed for what really it matters. Value of the being, if at every moment feeling a truth human being. Therefore, one becomes now necessary.
The GHOST In the quarter where I live has a cemetary and, because of it, many histories of ghost are invented. The last one that they had invented was incredible. They say that everything started in a dark and very rainy night, had a cold wind, the street was desert, nobody was atreveu to leave house in that night, except Marina that said not to have fear of ghosts. ' ' These things do not exist, do not have fear of deceased, the livings creature are that they are perigosos' '. It said, whenever the subject was ghosts. Determined to buy a wine to follow it na solitude of its room, Marina was, without fear, to the street. It bought its wine, it looked at some show windows and, as already it was being late, it decided to go for house.
After walking two you square, it started to rain, to arrive the house fastest, decided that to pass in front of the cemetary it would be the best thing to make. Then, it walked feeling the drizzle to wet softly its hair, to the few, was feeling its coat more weighed, therefore, to that height, it rained strong. It walked fast stepping on with force in puddles that if they had formed previously, in that day it had rained very. It passed in front of the cemetary, for surprise its, felt a light chill when perceiving a countenance leaving the necropolis, walked still more fast when it perceived that she was being followed, thought soon about assault and, literally, it ran. It entered in gasping house, it locked the door with the security crossbar, put a chair behind the same one, for precaution, and only was to take a gostoso bath while the wine froze. Quentinha prepared the bathtub with a water and was well there relaxing, to recover of the scare.
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.