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Let us love us ones to the others and God will be with us, hates us and the hell will be planted in our espritos, until our proper interior awareness allows to glimpse through the millenia the largeness and the infinite mercy of God. But so that this occurs, it is necessary that the soul returns hundreds, thousand of times in different flesh times. The flash or breath leaves the simple and innocent Creator, to return simple and conscientious, after all the process of learning that leads to reach the apex of the pureness spiritual, scientific knowledge and capacity of philosophical analysis. This is, decidedly, the symbolism of the Stairs of Jac, told in the Sacred Bible. The subject is vast and depends on long dissertaes, but if Mr.

if to interest, can start believing that explanations for so transcendentais questions deferred payment in the firmness that we give to the credit in such necessities, what it has received through the times the name from FAITH. At the moment, I do not believe to be opportune to enveredarmos more But as we go to be today and who knows for how much time more, together, I invite you if it houses with me, and we will have possibility to talk. for speaking in lodging, I go to place an car to its disposal so that if it dislocates with easiness. Daniel J. Hirsch pursues this goal as well. It wants with or without driver? _ With driver, please! Already I directed here, but it makes has much time and the case is urgent. I go to return of the landlord. Not wise person how much she went to have to twirl! _ As is being financed these expenditures? _ Vou to leave the explanations pro delegated, that the mission assigned! _ OK! Curiosity was alone. Which the first step to be given? _ Pra to start, why some of its trucks are without logotipo? _ A company as mine has a so great rotation in the purchase and sales of vehicles that nor always time has pra to paint. Learn more at: Daniel J. Hirsch.

I buy and hide back in house I said Olavo. – All good. Now we have that to give a skill to take off Olavo daqui, in security. It can today be to the night said Z. Air Force Chief of Staff shines more light on the discussion. – They are not worried. I leave for the way of the Old Device I said Olavo smiling.

* Passed two days, Z and Brave Jo they had decided to trace a plan to free the journalist who was imprisoned in the police station of polices of the city. When it became gloomy, four strong armed men and mounted the horse they arrived in the immediacy of the city. The horses hidden in the mouth of the bush had left and had been walking in direction to the local police station. They had entered in a bar and they had asked for cachaa with lemon. While they drank, it observed the movement in the police station of polices. When he gave twenty and three hours the owner of the bar said: – Vocs wants plus some thing, because I go to close the bar. Already he is late and I go to sleep.

– All good. Here it is the money of the expenditure said Jorjo. – Obliged. Tomorrow I open the bar at night. If to want to appear – All good. I liked daqui, exactly. We go to appear. Good night. The four men had left and been even so. They had given a return for city until the half a night. Later they had come back toward the immediacy of the police station of polices. Jorjo ordered that one of the men was to register one complaint of robbery of its documents. The man arrived in the police station but the door was closed. It beat and a police lode to take care of: – I wanted to register a complaint.

The time that can return to my eyes the brightness of the joy, to my face a semblante of hope and to mine lips the smile of the victory. When I speak in victory, does not mean that I search to carry through material dreams. I already chose my dream. I want to contemplate the dawn, the put-do-sun, the flowers, the nature, want to contemplate them and to feel the love to enter in me. To perceive in the solitude of the nature oi felt for my life, thus also thought Werther: In more, I meet here perfectly well. The solitude in this true paradise is a balsam for my heart always fremente, each shrub forms a branch of flowers, and has will of transforming in them into bee to hang in this sea of perfumes and them to suck the food.

(p.14) I am in the text, the text I am in me, I I come of the universe, the universe I am in me, I I am in the other, the other I am in me. I am in many places, and for where step I go leaving my marks. I recognize that I am made of words, as all are, and therefore I leave marks. They are accurately these words torment that me now. Words that disclose, that they transform, that they recriam, that they distress, that they cheer in them. But to write on this is not easy, as Clarice Lispector in the Hour of the Star says: ' ' Not, it is not easy to write. He is hard as to break rocks. But sparks and chips fly as steel espelhados' ' (p.19) I feel myself lost and at the same time I find me when contemplating the life, the nature, taking a walk in the vacant of proper, in search of a reply. Glad reply that my life, therefore a said word transforms any life, any poetry.

If Boitat is friend but its father is kept long-distance, the heart of Boitat suffers! _ Boitat great warlike and good son. Welcome father of Boitat, brother who does not use language of the serpent. How either made will of Boitat! Alberto came back, happy as a child. With a smile in the lips, it communicated to the father the decision it lead and it to carbeto, both with the repletos hearts of happiness. They had found a space bigger that previous, of course reserved for the two. They had waited one instant, until the chieftain raised the head and said: _ Welcome white man to who Tup glorified, giving for son a so noble warrior! Boitat honorary member of ours carbeto. Father of Boitat will be remembered as man loved for so great warrior! Moved with the reception, Agnelo could only say: _ Obliged! You they are very generous! Alberto invited the father if to seat and gave beginning maranduba: _ Boitat requested permission to disclose the secret of the great Jutorib chieftain, what it brings the joy, in cases of extreme necessity, that is, to only take the criminals to the court.

But we obtain tests of that they are smuggling Uranian for Rio De Janeiro. I have an Errand that it allows me to search this area, to investigate everything that if it relates to these murders. If they are using a false entrance, when I to enter there, will not be violating our treatment. But if totem they are removing it, then they had violated before me. Of any form, I will only enter with the knowledge of the brothers, therefore never I will leave of being Boitat, still more that they had received my father with as much affection. Moreover, it has another much more serious fact, and is what I came to ask for to the brothers to unmask. It has times, I heard to speak that somebody tried to inebriate an indian to discover the secret of the Jutorib chieftain, what it brings the joy, but never more heard nothing the respect.

When the first shooter disappeared, distrusted of that beyond the box in the deep one of the river, it had plus some another entrance, that already had commented with the governor. This night, we made two prisoners and one confessed that they remove and they smuggle Uranian for Rio De Janeiro. The reason of my coming is to ask for to the brothers who try to discover if it is truth that the secret was violated. To know who disclosed is a problem of the brothers who certainly go to want to punish the treasonous one. But for us, who interests is what it inebriated. If she was not the head, it must be on, and the case will be decided! The chieftain perceived the gravity and also abandoned the solemn tone. _ Vamos to leave the ceremony for other occasions. The subject demands rapidity and has to act. It consulted moacaras that they had made a consent gesture. Alberto was arisen and made question to press the hands of one by one, in what it was imitated by Agnelo and had headed for the car, where the policemen waited. In return to the house, it asked: _ Somebody already took coffee? _ Not! It was the reply, in unison. _Esto making regimen, pra to be esbeltos? _ Also not! _ Vamos to eat, however! Nobody is of iron and empty bag does not stop in foot!

yes is inertia. It is to stop and to be motionless. For detrs of the Joy and the Laugh, it can have a vulgar nature, it lasts and insensitive. But, for detrs of the Suffering, it always has Suffering. Already it suffered very during its life? Who never suffered that he is the first one to accuse itself. I think for me that signal of the maturity human being is to accept the challenge of the suffering.

Every day when I arise myself I think about this and that to be itself happy until a point she is necessary to have itself exactly suffered until this point. I am not man to cry but I find that each tear of suffering in teaches a truth to them. Already it stopped to dream? The dream is part of us. I dream eat I dreamed, but as Amlia long ago sings ' ' I put my dream in the ship and the ship on of the sea. Later April the sea with the hands, the hand for the ship naufragar' ' Fernando Person a time said: ' ' we do not know of the soul seno of ours; of the others they are looks, they are gestures, they are words, with the assumption of any similarity in fundo' '. It knows its soul? I know it me. I know my soul of that I am made but I do not know well. It will be air, will be dust? I am unaware of.

But I carry it in the body was given that me. I know myself, I know the soul. Of the others I do not know. Who never loved never lived. Already it loved? A time I loved, judging they would love that me. But I was not loved. I lived. I lived a feeling of broken heart. But to live she is not necessary to love, is necessary to feel. Well or badly, it depends on these! In disarranging of its thoughts as it is that it sees its future? Equal what today it is the past and the gift. For some the life is a line recta, for others a cycle. For me it is the Wall of China without end, always equal with the same objectivo, but without the great grandiosidade. Expensive gentleman, was an honor and a great privilege to have given us the chance to be to the colloquy with an employee who if says to feel tired and to discover a little of its life. To finish, he would like to leave some message for the readers? I am that I am thankful for this invitation. For the people who are to read this liked to leave a phrase of that I consider one of the best poets and Portuguese writers, Fernando Person. To kill the dream is to commit suicide. It is to mutilate our soul. The dream is what we have of really ours, of impenetrably and inexpugnavelmente ours. I will never go to leave to dream nor to imagine. I have in me all the dreams of the World?