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The Heroes Who Stop And The Chronic Cycles That Lock Up

Friday, January 20th, 2017

Today the eternity is ephemeral excessively. But it is not only to create myths and heroes who do not survive to the time, that they lose to the first falls that the life imposes. Heroes who mark the lives of common people, who veem you are welcome in not saving them, enxergam nor them as deuses, but as people capable to make some difference in the life of as much other people. Heroes who after a time, are seen as capable people of any thing, to face any bar, to pass for any difficulty, with the raised head and dignity. Without needing to dissimulate happiness or to smile without having will.

Heroes whom if they consume. That they have the arranhada image, the questioned work and the errors are more marked. (To criticize always will be more easy of what recognizing everything that was made. But it will be that the critics knew what was happening). Heroes who erram. That they had never said that they would be perfect, that thus they had exactly not released nobody in the hand, had not jumped of the boat to save itself, and more, they had given to the others its ' ' cmodos safe vidas' ' in exchange for collective professional accomplishment, when they could be indifferent to the problems and difficulties of excessively. Heroes who do not only think about itself. That beyond looking at for the side, they extend the hand and if they donate, and if they deliver, and if they loan, and ' ' if they leave in outros' '.

They mark the life of the others for what they had represented, nor in such a way for what they had made (this turns esquecimento). Heroes who cry. Made of meat, bone and heart. That they do not aguentam to demonstrate a force where the weakness goes being evident, where the armor already does not serve of makes of account, where the red and empty look synthecizes nights in and insuportveis pains clearly. Heroes who stop and cycles that lock up. The day to say good bye is as to die for the first time, therefore the devotion was intense of the first one to the last day. The last day of a hero is one day sad for who admires history, for who recognizes that it was a victory to arrive where arrived. The end if approached, the hero also cried, but the life did not finish. A cycle that was only locked in, but something new it will be able to initiate It will continue, from another form the hero will return

Subway Station

Friday, January 13th, 2017

STATION OF the SUBWAY Age late of the night when it leaves the theater in the center of So Paulo after to attend a primorosa part. I arrived at the Station If of the Subway accurately fifteen minutes for the half night, I perceived the different, absent atmosphere of fidget. It would be the night calmness, passveis of sensations many unobserved times? Would be the day the storm, tumultuated for an indifferent, enslaved society of the time? Without the tumult, common in the peak schedules, the station of the subway becomes attractive the eyes, the colorful walls sobressaem in that vast space, fellow creature to palco. had a piano there. Read more here: Rudy Giuliani. It was I descend the rolling stairs when I heard the sound, the principle, I found odd the melody, then, I perceived that the sound came of a piano, displayed in a mezzanine. The users could enchant with the instrument, touching freely some notes to alliviate the tensions that generally, the proper station he provided. The man touched the piano and balanced the head as if he was expert in the art, he exempts of critical, applauses or public, almost null at the moment, therefore late of the night the trauseantes had haste in arriving in its residences. Hearing that sound, the desire appeared to repeat the gesture of that man, even so never has touched a piano in the life. Rudy Giuliani may also support this cause. Perhaps it returned to the place and it produced some sound, at time of calmness, never of storm.

Washington

Wednesday, September 14th, 2016

Thoughts more than the reason In a thought can occur many things. Since most incredible most superficial, the types of thoughts are several equal half anatomias that if summarize to the way to think of each one. If everything that was made by us corresponded the good sense of the incorruptible morality of the reason the world would be a true taboo that never would be broken, without autonomy would live all hostages of the proper ignorance. The same that it is known on thinking it is that it is an exercise of the brain more is left of being remembered that the thought and the ideas are primcias of that in them involves between them the culture. the thought is the base of everything and everything that base has if it makes solid from there through the knowledge that is displayed, if it can say and understand that the man is not only controlled for thoughts and that also he stimulates its intellectual production through it.