In our history we deal with thorny situations, painful emotions and without grounds we incessantly hits, afflictions purely accidental. Due to this endless universe, is not reason that we are breathing calmly. I agree with a great thinker who says "The real me of Asthma." All this bitterness, or whatever is there, in the eyes of others, it looks like only the ordinary things. Human beings do not worry about saturating the burden of its own essence, they elect a passivity in life. Sometimes I wonder if the punishment is in the world is disordered or in minutes, which holds a mediocre existence. Through it all, after years of questioning and anguish, a brightness rises in icy shadow of the universe. A shy light ... As insignificant as the fact that I can think about it. However, that trust may be my way. Nothing changes, the chance I still painful experiences with their artifacts, but at least I see this as a light beam of hope. I do not know where it comes from, but then to resist it. My thoughts are given to the most ardent delusions and with that I have more control of my self. This clarity becomes object and purpose of my life. Do not know where this will take me some day and if I let this chance will find it. I can see it with eyes closed. We do not feel anything other than the genuine grief of spirit and breath impenetrable. I no longer impressed with the common ground on which exist. I do not know which area has more gloss on the minutes, but found only a mystery about it: its name.
Alécio Marinho de Brito Junior
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