I am of all sincere when I declare my common agreement well to it 2 with each word yours my respect. Yes, I am only one common man 3. In the chest, 25 years of homesickness; in the memory, an idea that conserves me living creature. An uncommon fear of the one for coming that still now awakes me that usual desire not to exist 4. In this you have much reason: However, all we have homesicknesses; a life plan; a fear that in properly says to them human the least in this seems me the men to be distinguished from the rocks. At last, I am always in agreement your thought, at any moment unequivocal on my hypothetical figure 5. However, what to make when of the agreement fact does not result? Perhaps for the moment, let us leave to that one that speaks to you.

Let us think the person yours. Mother of two; she inherited of the life the orphanage of which the world never knew to exempt us also I will not be exempt of the evil that the life prepared for itself 6. She pardons that me for this unjustified shunting line saw ece of fish in tomb the art that still serves it of model and support, a someone to who calls Russian Renato. I ask to it therefore: Perhaps she is your person it dispatches by post in a world or it has a world rank in your person? 7 not very Seems to have me difference enters a case and another one, except that hypothetical one, which we use to grant the miracle to us of a space and a time; we give history to our ghost; usually we say: ‘ ‘ here I am eu’ ‘ 8. It cheers to you of not being philosopher. in a similar way that in itself such joy is made use, smiles the death of yours: good homesickness this when it seems us enough real. To speak of the father, to remember the mother.

In the agony of the lack, to use of the children for the urgent consolation of the soul. It does not have doubt, as that if it also makes for itself is died. To die? To my spirit the satisfaction to exist is a luxury that never me is delivers. If the woman died who served to it of mother, will die my conjectura; Was stolen it saudosa presence of the father? The assumption of mine if was. But if it waits you the fear of the life, it hugs your children your secret of peace.