I confess that I was dying of fear I smell, it of that place, looking at me to the people with curiosity Some of them were worse of what I. I admit. I make this with the heart in hands. It made me to the wait to sweat frozen, my legs badly obeyed to me, my mind was empty. Until I heard my name to be sharp for a woman, this was of white, its height was medium.

Its blue eyes were attractive and its body was well structural. Certain, I must not have in such a way admired thus, but only in knowing that it had angelical face and of pleasant appearance, I calmed myself. We laugh at some moments, but also, we speak serious. Only we there, and some of its friends of work were. They also inspired confidence to me. ‘ ‘ Alvio.’ ‘ It was what I felt before feeling me sleepy and then to fall in the blackout of my mind.

I used a pretty white dress with red ribbons, in return of me I only obtained to see roses yellow I smell, it of I fascinated me to them. ‘ ‘ To run, to run, correr’ ‘ This was alone that obtained to make to think. It was going far excessively was not possible to see the roses yellow that were for all my return. Suddenly they had disappeared and the sky was dark interrupting my vision, did not obtain to see nothing beyond the dense fog that took account of the place. That was not waited. ‘ ‘ It is here, does not go. It comes back, agora.’ ‘ Somebody alerted to me, but nothing it obtained to see. I wanted to cry out for aid, I wanted to say that he was with fear, I I wanted to run in return for the lighted and cheiroso field. I wanted to wake up, but that agony lasted much time. Everything turned as I pulled age, of one forms rude, of that indefinite dream. I cost to open the eyes, after as much time I could feel my fingers, them if they moved, and this strange age for me. My body was light, listened well of far some voices, a commotion in the truth, something as; ‘ ‘ Finally! God is praised! Thanks to God ‘ ‘ It had something more, however I did not obtain to understand. My reasoning still was slow, the sufficient one not yet to obtain to speak. Already they had said me that this would happen, the bones fragile, the slow brain, discouragement But the only thing that wise person was not that she would see all around those people of me, as well as the yellow flowers. I was happy in knowing that the fog had not folloied me since then. To see the face of the people who we imagine not to see never more, is always good. It makes to remember us everything what we pass and of what we feel lack. Tears had rolled of my eyes without I nothing to say. That moment was only, I was well, survived, the faith really moved an enormous mountain in my life. With the aid of that I love today I can say, I I WAS SUCCESSFUL. I am, and I will be here for much time and plus one day.

It does not have time to lose. Much less time to contemplate. Already to contemplate is a pleasure which urubu if delivery happens frequently. Or it is possible to imagine that this animal is making another thing when flies calmly in the altitude of the airplanes? It only can be using to advantage the life and the flaring sight, enjoying of one to fly easied, as no aircraft never propitiated to any human being. I would change to an eternity human being per an only day of urubu&#039 well; ' , our admirer of the carniceiras birds confessed. He must not have been clearly because ours loving of urubus he was called evocativo.

We go to explain: it is because it destines itself to establish, in this coletnea of personages, an intermediate category of men. To the skeptic who exist in the unitary one, and to the believing drifter who it inhabits the contemplativo, joins the citizen that believes, descrendo. As another one is not decided on the other hand or, it fears both, varying only the degree of support to the thesis in accordance with the situation. Or, closing the circle, it simply ' ' evoca' ' the aid that it seems more adequate for each moment. ' ' It flies in circles, as urubus' ' , somebody will have to say. But not I nor the evocativo man are certain, nor, of whom urubu does not go to the place some in its circular flights. Perhaps in contrast, if he deals with the way most correct to sail for airs, being looked at the world as it is: a circle.

Who flies straight in direction to some place, never will reach the horizon, as our contemplativo friend. Nor it could be looking at stops backwards, as the recordativo man. Perhaps but urubu, this yes, summarize the balance philosophical that we search: the gift flies, nor fixing it the front, nor behind, but what it has below, concretely to its feet. Perhaps the life is one to occur of circles. But already it was depleted here paper of the evocativo man. in one of the returns, it transfers the subject to the reflective man, to who will fit to divagar more on the orbits of the life.