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. 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.