Walter Bowen

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Posted on October 24, 2012 in News

Saint Deus! I have 23 years and I go to die abandoned. Of a pull, it jumped of the bed, it was leaned over in the window of the room and tried to forget that dream maluco. There, it had conscience that the worse one of everything is the perspective of the abandonment of friends and relatives. It gave to five hours bimbalhar of the bells of the Basilica of the Conceio of the Beach. Of the side of it are the matinal fog announced a rainy Saturday.

It made it to this to enlanguescer in melancholy. It arrived to think about not travelling. However, if she was alone in the apartment, would only exacerbaria the sadness arraigada in the deep one of the soul. One undressed and it was for the shower. With the hot water falling to it in the head, it concluded that nothing it would advance to move away itself to it from the world: it would only increase the melancholy. To be crying in house and to leave to make what more it liked in the life, to play the carnival, only was in terminal state.

Still it thought about the risk of the road, but it opted to the spirit state optimist. He selected clothes and he threaded them in the valise. He telephoned for Lorena: he said that he would pass in its house in half hour. He bound for the doorman of the building and asked for to it that he took the luggage until the car: it was a red automobile, Honda, novinho in leaf. It remembered that the trip was long, and conditional air cooled horrors; it came back to the wardrobe and it apanhou two bluses. Also it did not forget that, being Saturday, the road was congested and the more early it left better house would be. It locked the apartment, it went down for the elevator, it entered in the car and it left.