One
day when, I not yet wise person who the life was so sad I still could
walk. I ran as much that nor imagined
that never more its sister went
to be able to see the so pretty smile of my brother when seeing to gain
that race in that day my father was drunk and beat the car,
thought that April was
deceased but still the eyes and perceived that all my
family had deceased. Alone waiting aid of somebody, a man came in my
direction and spoke: No matter how hard you he thinks that I am in a
dream I I am real, you he lost everything but I still love you and I
never go to leave you, I want you as nobody, wanted you before, I is
God the man of Nazaré. I already did not have forces to continue alive
I alone I wanted to die after all, because I also did not die? They are
as many things that I would like to know and are impossible to know at
least. Now I already do not know more what to make if I not to vender
this text. Perhaps I do not have also money to eat on this day that for
me he is as did not exist more. E this knot in the throat that does not
pass and nobody obtains to take off. Today it makes three months that I
do not see my family, I thought about committing suicide but still
alive because I know that still I have that to make as many things,
still I have that to take care of of my grandmother who was sick.