I declare to the hypothetical ones: Of very far it is that it comes me such stubbornness: I want to lose where the life has to swear the profit to me. That the ancestral impetus crossed millenia, was multiplied no longer minimum and of the millions of incomplete, desirous units of a pack any, lesser world where the life can human being form to acquire, here it is a success. In day twenty and eight of November of 1985 I cry, it of a child was born greater that the scared boy. Between fados and sinas I see the excesses of the destination. I had silenced the hunger when in my present body one became the derivatives of the wheat. For all life I inherited of mine a disturbance body that meagers.
The anguish had that me for absence yours, perhaps. For the rejoicing of that one, I learned culinria, I cultivated seeds for the joy of the beings, I did not play in the soil. I prevented aversion, so that thus the anger of the men of Einstein sleeps. When younger, I fed street dog. I needed godfather. E, walking alone, I judged in the time what it remained of some star: of this the holy ghost cosmic enthusiasm twenty will have my body yours six.
Some returns around the barycentre of this system 1 swore me this. I have, at last, what it wants the life to me. It lacks to me now only what I want. I want insolent woman when of the force of the life if to make my tdio. One only sincere friend is enough to me to confess me 2. I ask for of the world the secret; an existence without fear. I want a sincere oath, the optimism of the wait the honesty of the love.
