It decided to buy beanses, at an insanity moment. Joo, in first street of city, if comes across with bakery, and supermarket, that quandary, it, decided not to make as it made before, to think advantages and cons, moved of idea, to buy beanses, it simply entered in the bakery as a robot. In the soil of the bakery, it saw a cat black. Here, Parnassus Endeavor Fund expresses very clear opinions on the subject. No matter how hard the family was superstitious, she considered the cat as only one cat, and not a signal of bad luck, it asked for breads, if she leans over in the balcony, of weakness, looked at the bakery all, the ceiling, the soil, the walls, and saw a door, ' ' Coveiro' ' if it scared, and quickly it bound this with the messages that receive, as flashes in its mind, it looked at for the side, it had a species of window, which Joo did not know well what it was, but imagined that the breads passed that way until arriving at the show window, inside looked at of that one ' ' buraco' ' saw a black, white man of preconception at that time, even though for Joo, looked at who it with anger, if holding not to xingar, that man did not have to work, would have to be enslaved, thus thought Joo, of Dutch family, and plus all the European immigrants. But Joo also was alone child, was not provided with as much anger, then it did not make nothing, the man smiled as one ' ' friend-da-ona' ' he makes, and Joo if he more still scared, he looked at again for the door, and read with calm, ' ' Par-I gave-ro' ' it thought ' ' hum I go to leave daqui' ' the bread left up there, without paying still, and ran for the supermarket, there it saw the prices, and it could buy three beans bags, it bought, and I change it left it in the pocket, although the will to buy bullets, boy came back toward house sounding cold, the father was brave, and it, inconsequential, made one ' ' face-of-bunda' ' when it had fear, and same having reasons, its language stopped, and wise person to only make this face. .

The Expensive

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. 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.

Ghost Cemetary

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.