PLEASE, IT
READS WITH SUFFICIENT ATTENTION.
Perhaps you
it will be able to find that I am being wild. But this is
my only
hope, although thousand of people, possibly, to find that I
am
lying. I know that the time not to be able to
stop, but, unhappyly,
seems that
my life stopped in the time.
Although to know to make one
accumulated
of things.
In the
desperation, I tried to finish with my life thinking that
this
was the
only solution, therefore did not support drama to arrive
tired
of in such
a way walking the job seek during hundreds of days.
In house,
the children were with a sad look, the nervous woman with
gesture of
disillusion and in the kitchen, almost always, panelas
empty. Each day if passes, the one after other
and in the other day,
always the
same thing.
No matter
how hard you it tries, the hope never seems to arrive. E at
this
moment, you feels a anguish, mainly when it arrives in house
and
it looks at
pra family and everything more seems not to correspond.
The fear
coexists you day-day. Its auto-they
estimates seems to run
away from
you and no matter how hard it tries to reach forces,
nothing
it seems to
move. Its days are each more common
time and above of
everything,
very sad. In the hour of the
decision an insane person
felt to
me. Each moment age of
reflection. It seems incrível! But,
people
alone obtain to think about the worse things that had
happened
during our
life. Therefore, I was seated in
the top of a building I
give to
jump pro another side of the life, full of anguish and
depression
was is of me.
When
suddenly I was to light a cigarette and, inexplicavelmente
my
lighter was
below. Overwhelming, I decided to
go down until the last
floor and
to catch the elevator in fetching of my lighter and, when
arriving at
the térreo, I looked at for all the sides in fetching of
my lighter,
but until then, I did not find object which I looked for.
I perceived
that one garotinho left sings it of the street and it
asked to me
if I was looking a lighter. After I
to answer, it it said
me again
that he was observing me in the top of the building and
asked
to me if I
intended to jump.
Without
meaning to the boy that dramatical moment, I spoke: Not! It
was only
observing how much this city is pretty.
But, exactly thus,
it retrucou
me: Please, mine Sir, does not need
to lie pra me,
therefore I
am small, but I am a lived boy, therefore, every day I
sleep here
in this square, feel cold, hunger, fear and to the times
also I do
not know which will be my day of tomorrow.
I do not have
father, nor
mother and exactly thus, I am here persisting each day of
my
life. Alimentary Pra, I wait the
sopão.
Walking
slowly, I was until the square for which the boy pointed
me
while it
heard its history. The boy followed
me. I seated in
the
bank of the
square and continued ouviz it e, of time in when, I
decided to
make some questions and vice and turns.
Suddenly in
way to the colloquy it said me that he was thinking about
ordering a
letter for the Gugu of the program Legal Sunday, because
it
helped much
people. But, unhappyly, wise person
not to write.
I
asked if it
did not have relatives, friends and/or any another person
who it
could write the letter pra it. It
said me that he has
relative,
but preferred does not look them e, how much to the
friends
it pointed
me pra one accumulated of these people who live in the
street and
she said me that these were its colleagues, but in the
hour
of the
survival pra is each one itself and God pra all. Also, that
already it
saw people to kill because of food and when arrives the
night the
cantos of the street, also they are disputed.
For many
times, its great majority smells glue pra to try to forget
the fear or
the danger. I asked if already she
had looked some type
of aid,
spoke to me that almost all the day always has a good
person
that it
tries enxerga it with good eyes, but in the majority of
the
times the
people seem that she has fear to approach to them and when
it tries
approaches them in the majority of the times if he feels
ignored.
It still
said me, that the suffering is very, but great parts of
this
people, (It
pointed with respect to its colleagues), do not want to
leave the
street, because when appears some type of aid, are treated
as
enslaved, they are humiliated, they do not obtain to be
normal
people,
beyond the conflicts with the excessively familiar ones
that
person who
considered to help. According to
it, to the times the
intention
of that person is good, but its familiar ones seem not to
accept to
live in the same habitat. (Words
improved for me according
to its
story).
With this,
my affliction was passing and decided to come back pra
house and
to try to preset my life. But until
this moment nothing my
life
nothing moved. When arriving in
house I gave one hug in my
children
and my woman and asked for to excuse of everything for
