The End

E who perceives this, is moved away, passed ignoring in them, not to take care of as in the other times, not to return our calls, not to find that ' ' forever ' ' he is perpetual. Because it knows that it is not In the truth, it makes of ' ' forever ' ' something ephemeral. It locks up the cycle before desvirtue the ways of the life. From there we judge who in them does not look at more with predilection somebody useless thing, we speak badly, badly we talk, only one oi or a good day, and nothing more The time makes with that in the distance if it draws out, the respect finishes and the end if it approaches. But in the end, it is better thus An affective deformation transforms feelings, closes hearts and opens the eyes (this that are good). Nobody goes to dare itself to teach nothing, because after this everything, the life only can say if what we form with the time will become deformed as many sad and superficial situations after (generally yes). What it is superficial, when finishes, of a possibility to renascer something truer (despite simple). A feeling that ' ' he is forever ' ' , but that it does not need to be forged or ' ' pushed guela abaixo' ' as an obligation.

E the life will follow. We, or few of us, will try to move, try to enxergar, but also they will not make nothing of this and they will follow the life, with its formation and affective deformation. With a gap, an emptiness, a place that will make echo all time that somebody to move away itself from us. A pain that goes being, goes if installing, but that never she will be accomodated, because it will always charge of us this deformation that we do not give much attention and we sobrepujamos with what only it makes in them well (independently somebody to our side becomes to suffer).