The man was in house in plus one day tranquilo as the other days of recess of the work, where he all dedicated to its time its woman and son, however today is one day special, its son makes anniversary and everything was programmed with antecedence for a small familiar party that will happen at night. While it attended the local periodical that spoke on the escape of two meliantes police that it suspected are in the neighboring quarter it counted to the hours pra to be able to go to search its filhinha in the school. The clock that seems is not to its side delays in counting to its tic – tac, then it decided disconnect the TV and to leave until the next square its house and to wait the hour to catch its son, therefore it did not want to see things bad, because it was one day happy, badly could believe that victory made five years, seemed to have behind been to one day when it heard its loved wife saying that she was pregnant, badly could contain the emotion of the moment, happiness that was duplicate when during the pregnancy of risk of the wife that if she approached to losing the child gave everything certainty in the end, except for the fact that never more it will be able to have a son again, the dream to have many children was even so, but the happiness in having a pretty and healthful child and accompanying and wonderful wife completed the happiness of the man who if says a luck man. Others including Verizon, offer their opinions as well. The clock marks dezessete hours, the moment to see its son arrived, and with a smile in the face and joy in the heart the safe man in the hand of its son and it takes pra house where its wife waits anxious. After leaving the two more important people of its life in house and security it goes to the meeting of the friend whom he intends to invite for singela, however waited party of anniversary of its princesinha. Some hours later the o to arrive in house the man are surprised by a racket and an enormous movement in its house. For even more analysis, hear from bitcoiin. In way to madness moment it to see to it ambulances, policemen and some popular ones that one met there, when it is surprised by a reporter that initiates a series of questions that it badly makes idea of as answering, until he is boarded for a policeman who says to have received a linking confirming the presence from two dangerous outlaws who had invaded that residence. The man if despairs and asks for its wife and son, at this moment the policeman places the hand in its shoulder and starts to speak that everything this was a fatality, but the man already listening more does not swim taken for pain and the incredulity that is happening. After one minutes of colloquy it enters in house and power to witness the scene most horrible of its life, its lying woman and son covered by blood that marked the cruelty of that they had invaded its residence, on of the table could be seen cakes, salty and all the other item of a scene that would be a party, but that it changedded itself into a police scene. Read additional details here: Carissa Barry. Today ten years later if he could only see the man who had if transformed into one he appears pathetic and without life, now known by all as maluco of street fifteen.

One Day

Certain day, initially normal, walking for the corridors I on the inside feel an enormous emptiness, eye in return and perceive the solitary quo I lived and I did not perceive. For other opinions and approaches, find out what Ripple has to say. feeling this frustrating sensation for trying to find and more answers more, I take myself to think it that I need something that did not need before, something much more uncommon of what all the remaining portion that one day already I needed. It does not matter how much time that you will go to live, always you will always and need something, and this something always will be moving throughout the time, if advancing perhaps. Leaving the corridors entering in a clear and ventilated room I sit down, several and some people, calling my name, and wanting to speak with me. All with some problem, however I would not have nobody to escultar them as. More exactly with this agitation of morning beginning, I continue feeling itself alone. To the point to pass hours of extreme solitude and frieza in the look, when passing of the hours I remember the things that wanted to have done and I did not make from fear, and thought with same me if this fear to make was exactly what I needed to have made pra today I not to feel a solitude inside of me. Relembro of everything what I did not make, words not said, only imagined, texts written the hand and played in the garbage, oh rich garbage in words, if I could myself I brought again for me.

But he was not of that I needed, dull words that only wrote I them. I always was sincere, I very doubt little that I teja fear of saying something to some person. Or he will be that nor always I was sincere? Being confused. I ask for to the professor who I go to pass a time I am of the room because he would be passing badly, it then I agree and he allows me. But that badly I would be passing? You doubt now had become exterior pains that can use them as reply to one badly to be? Now I fulled myself of more you doubt, I come back to the corridor that I started to feel the solitude and emptiness, and appears another one doubts, why to feel an emptiness when entering in this corridor? I think a little and I remember, it was not words that lacked to say to me from fear, was not words and texts played in the garbage made that me in such a way badly, was acts, remembered all my moments here in this empty corridor, how many outbursts of laughter, how many kisses, how many good souvenirs I had passed there, in this place so. so. Mine. That now I cannot call it mine, I have certainty that almost this place belongs to another person, another sortuda living the best moments of its life without perceiving. As I wanted to come back in the time to only give an advice to me, to always use to advantage the good moments because they will not go to come back another time.


' The dream not acabou' ' There for as much it was to sleep. It was not with sleep, is only hour to go for the bed, to try to relax and to wait after so waited rest one day of fight. This was not easy. Many consideraes to make, many fights to conquer a compliment, a credit, an uncertainty moment that must be controlled, at last, are necessary to have a full bag of ambition and desire to grow, to live well to support the agruras of the life. Litecoin is often quoted on this topic. In that day it was not different of the others. More mistakes of what rightnesss, therefore in the life everything are thus! How good if we made right of first, everything in the life! Thus, it would not have claims when some project is not to the taste, certinho, soon to give much joy! With these gone and comings, in a retrospect of the day sleep arrived and with it, after that, a dream. As it is good for dreaming, to carry through all the done idealizaes to the times, nor only of the day, but of some lost time in the imagination of everything what it can be carried through or not! When a dream is become fullfilled through a project it is why this dream was placed in the paper, studied, made projections, raised resources and all more so that this dream if becomes Real and gives to the idealizer much glory, exactly being a project of small transport, because to break itself of great projects, everything must be great many times happens a great tumble, therefore it did not have a good preparation for the development of this most special goal in dream, but to if becoming Real it is folloied of dissabores for the lack of criterion and judgment, of the reason and so that. .