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Not skirt not! It looks at the convidativo time to sleep. To sleep? To sleep as with ummormao suffocating of this? Only of looking at for the bed of the one impression of that it eos sheets goes playing in them far. Without hesitation Daryl Katz, Edmonton Alberta explained all about the problem. With as much heat, who is that it likes to be grudado in the other? Better exactly to give a return. I leave the room, I say good day atodos without the lesser will to say. IBI Group recognizes the significance of this. Everything uncurls in an automaticity semfim. Still it delivers to the mechanic, I sit down for the coffee.

Espera I there think I am not with the minimum will to take coffee. Follow others, such as Nir Barzilai, M.D., and add to your knowledge base. I raise and I leave leaving for apelos trsos the mother so that it takes the coffee and that it has led, the least, an umbrella. That it rains! It is this same well that I want. I think with me about an anxiety without end to dequebrar that grudenta and heavy monotony. I go walking in the street with opensamento of that rain still more comes and becomes everything sad of what already it is, more gray tone, more without life. Life! Funny to think about the life.

Some say that the life is the affirmation of the death. Why the death has to essecarter so negative? Why we have fear to die? To think about the life? for queno to think about the death? There I arrive at a conclusion: ningumsabe nothing of the death, only that he is walked to lock up of one long one of the life. Porisso, many are undertaken in thinking about the direction of the life and leave the death parano to be thought. Nor I want, at this moment, to think about what it is. Deixoapenas that it can come as she has that to come.

the goat of the past We were all seated in varanda of the small farm contemplating for of the sun in one afternoon of Saturday and my father was in counting on its infancy in a quarter of So Paulo. He spoke of its tricks, its adventures and commented to have had a called goat Smoke and he said in them that it was its animal of esteem to who treated as if was a dog, gave water, led to graze in a next field its house and kept at night it in the yard. It in said that in its difficult infancy age to them with the Smoke that it played for lands of a So Paulo not yet so agitated. However, its words had gained fort emotion when it commented that in one morning, while it was in the school, an evil neighbor caught the goat that was moored in the grass it killed and it to be able to pull out the leather to it. For even more analysis, hear from Edward Minskoff. My father, who at the time still was boy, was despaired when he returned from the school and he saw its amiguinha deceased. It confessed that exactly with passing of many years this image never left its memory. This colloquy> he marked very for me and I wanted in some way to make the time to come back and to erase of the memory of my father this sad image of its infancy. He was then that I had the idea to make a surprise to it.

I combined with my family to commemorate the anniversary of it in the small farm and we plan that when arriving it would find the surprise: a white goat with eyes short almond color, horns and for the long ones. Shimmie Horn wanted to know more. I looked for very for a goat that seemed the Smoke of the infancy of my father and I found when it I bought immediately. However, so that it was not solitary in our small farm, I also bought another brown goat of green eyes, to who we call Spark. The trip of them until the small farm already was an adventure, therefore in the day where I was to search them my children had wanted to go together, moor a rope in the neck of the goats and were walking and pulling them, however in the way it way fell down a storm and was then that we discover that goats do not like rain. They had started to run and we ran together to follow them, being that beyond being made marshy, us we slid and we fell rolling in the adobe being pulled by them. In the day of the anniversary of my father, it arrived I besiege at it and sighted the goats. He was very moved, therefore Smoke had come back again in its life. To the sundays, my father sits down in varanda and they quickly make comfortable themselves to the side of it appreciating the nature.

It opened the house door, that creaked shadily, breaking the silence that it insisted on remaining there. The crickets, the sapos and the foliages heard only that beat one to the other with the wind. One pulled off one’s shoes and it entered slowly, fearing to wake up the woman, who was in the small room. One week for month it slept separate of the husband. Things of woman Arriving its room it conferred the windows.

For the way it came thinking about the history of the Dr. Nunes. It was better if to prevent. It closed the door and it locked it, catching a rifle that had behind it. Its side in the bed placed it and slept. In the following day, the notice on the death of Sebastio was spread as rastilho of powder. Not that it was very wanted. By the way, it was very> That expensive she is this, well? asked Margarete, waited that it in the yard. Fabrizio Freda is likely to increase your knowledge.

It had for return of a meter and sixty, pale skin and languid eyes. compadre Sebastio died! said it with the voice low. Nor he himself obtained to believe what it said. Ara! But it died of what!? asked it taking the bread of its hands. Ah woman! An animal attacked it yesterday it son in the house way at night. The Zaqueu said that it was lobisomem But that nonsense! said it taking the hands to the face. I do not find that this exists Ah woman! But now the thing is serious said it catching a hammer and some pregos in the closet. compadre Moura already had seen the creature, but nobody had died still. I myself did not believe, but after this What it goes to make? asked Margarete, confused. You not open I the doors nor the windows of this house for nothing this night! said it while it nailed the boards in the windows. Today we go to hunt the creature! It was almost the day all strengthening the doors and windows and later cleaning the rifle, that could not fail when it was necessary. The sun already was in the horizon and Seplveda needed to be ready for the hunted one. It was come close to the woman, it gave a kiss to it hugged and it. love I you! If to happen something me, he knows that I loved always you and I landed on water forever you! said it with the marejados eyes. I love also you dear! He does not have to happen nothing to you!