I leave house and meeting with people of all the types, in any street, any place. There they are. Happy, badly humoradas, glad, sad. But looking at of ticket she does not have as to know as if they feel. But she has a thing they condemn that them. THE FULFILMENT! We find (most of the time), passoas that at least they give the work to deviate the eyes of the horizon to look at for the side, leaving clearly that they do not want any type of relationship with who wants that is.

It has people that in dizem' ' oi' ' as a snarled type of, a noise that more seems of a dog, and the first thing that passes in my head is: ' ' because you barked pra me? dog that barks ace times bites, then it preferred that you nor had me olhado' '. But worse exactly it is when you look at pra all enthusiastic person and pronounce in high and good sound: ' ooooi' the citizen looks at to it with disdain and dissimulates that you did not say nothing absolutely. This is traumatizante. Truily pathetic Also it has people that they compliment to it with so great happiness that you if it feels lost, is one ' ' oi' ' so empolgado that you think that the living creature earned in the lottery, and she will be a person of the opposing sex, does not advance to hide, we think that the citizen is ' dando' on of people. Ace times meeting with ones ' ' vovs' ' for education fulfilment formal, and then waiting the return of the same I receive one oi leaving, me without skill. But when it is in that hour of the day where good afternoon is a delay and good night is precipitation, it does not have another alternative.

The times I appeal ' ' opa' ' what is a masculine fulfilment, but machismo already era…cer you? You already had that expectation, almost certainty that to compliment will go you and nothing it happens? this is guilt its She believes or not, the person waited that you took the initiative. I know that he does not make sensible some but the people if feel better thus. Already he repaired as ace times in them we feel when taking the initiative of oi unsafe. He makes of everything pra to prevent simple oi. Ace times we take scares with people who we tinhamos certainty that would go to pass


What yesterday I had of good to offer, today I am I dry and empty. I woke up of bad mood, I am not in contact, I am not pra good faces, I am not in my good day. I am only pro my old insider called friend pillow. Samsung spoke with conviction. Today I want only I with my solitude, do not want to see the sky, do not want to see the Land, much less Mars. I only want to tan a little of my tears that go sliding for my face, wetting my poor pillow.

Telephone, cellular, emails, post office, any thing of the type, I am unaware of, do not want nothing that confuses I with my solitude. I am closed, hidden pra any another one somebody. My door is locked, bell is broken, the lights is all extinguished ones, my house is accurately as I am feeling myself. I am thus, everybody I am thus, (at least the people that I know), to the times we need to take off vacation, to have a time exactly alone pra we, to enter in contact with what he has on the inside of us, to talk with the solitude can in them bring a smile, it is to want to know more and. I that I am a metamorphosis, am always needing to have a moment that is alone mine and of plus nobody. tomorrow goes to be another day, I goes is feeling me better and even with a smile in the face, perhaps not, (but I prefer to think that yes), pra that this day arrives soon, I go to sleep, good night!