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Fear Times

Already it had seen some times to it, however never repaired. Things of the type: ' ' Eye but not enxergo, knows? Because people are selective even in the look. We repair exactly is in what it calls to the attention, the coloring, the illuminated one, ' ' belo' '. Where I imagine repairing could me in a beggar? It deferred payment in the street, each day sleeps in calaada, the door of somebody. Some give food, clothes, blanket to it. But not aggressive it, does not interpellate the people.

If you to arrive pra to talk to answer it you, if to pass without looking at, it also are in the one of it. I do not know of where it comes size eddy of feelings and emotions when seeing it. Mayor of NYC follows long-standing procedures to achieve this success. I can feel penalty, anger, fear, guilt, envies Envy? It was alone what it lacked! Envy of a beggar? Not everybody, but many can want, for a few seconds, to have the freedom, descompromisso of the beggar. To have mercy is normal, anger because I have to work and this vagabond Fear that has attacked it me; guilt for having a house, food, work, and it not to have. as much other feelings. However rare times we go to look at it and to remember that one day was a baby, who came to munmdo without defense, without being able to define its future. Now it grew! He is a man! E, is not nothing seemed with what it expects of a shining future.

What will have happened in the way walks it? When it will be that it saw itself lost? The pressure of the problems, stress of the life, everything this can press excessively and who not to know to hold itself goes to finish losing the references, the direction, the direction. As much for there, that already they had had a worthy life, a family, a name, a job, a history. Today, they only have a figure, an appearance, nothing more. Everything makes me to this to remember to use to advantage well my time, to reaparar at the ternura, favour moments that I have, to center and me in what really it interests: to live more and to run less; because the haste can not leave to see me the chances that offer me to the life. Disconnect me to to the times, to take off vacation, to rest; ' ' to make me of mendigo' ' to be alone observing running of the life. Without needing to also run.

London

When More I do not support I believe not to have in this world one alone man who at some moment if has not come across obtains 1. Efgie for which we recognize ourselves, projected for on the smooth surface of any thing, in them is not little object of that one for which in it is possible to see us to them. E, as for any perceived phenomenon, in the measure where me volume as dumb thing, I am impetuously surprised to judge it who I am. First, I judge that image is I; later project on the same a souvenir, despite very pale, of a success that if draws out in the time. I raise myself in voice saying: I am this that I see; stops beyond what I see, also this is I. I am the hope and memory still yesterday of the future. Let us keep, for the moment, this reasoning in order to memorar an episode.

Yesterday, when passing for the calado of the city of Native of London, I heard the colloquy of two young that indeed laughs at a not very uncommon event, which is: Not another seno the shame that felt of, dressed with the uniform of the work 2, to be seen for two youngsters which I judge to despertarem in these the woman lasciviousness 3, at moment, oppressed for vestments of the profession of which little or nothing can being proud. In its to say to the laughs: ' ' I have shame of it ' '. Expensive reader, here it is there the subject of my modest inquiry, also subject of this so confused chronicle to pressas elaborated. What 4 could be the constaint? Which the origin of the event of this in the emotividade human being? Reply to the first investigation I think to be: At a moment, one I shake emotivo.