When I thought that all age dream was there that the reality appeared to my eyes. To wake up in that morning for me was a sacrifice when thinking that dream did not leave my mind, was everything so real! The projects that to the times we always create nor are programmed and as the wind passes for the land without informing or to ask for license, thus happened with me. Everything happened when in knowledge to the strange land, I was walking for way to the square of Lisbon, sighting to far the prgios to encircle I knew Eduardo, high young and of fixante to look at to the blue brightness, is born the same in day that I, however, ha one year more early. Its affection demonstrated for a smile and docile words when directing itself it me. It was fragile but one bradava of so great courage and determination.
We are friends and, for long times, we appreciate the fellowship in way to this friendship. My estagem in that place arrives it the end, and for much will she was not obliged to return to Brazil. As the farewell was sad! We never had in the hugged one before; for the first time in as much time, to come to spill it tears Its eyes passed me an intense pain when touching our bodies in farewell. I burnt on the inside. E, as if it was not enough, rivers of tears bathed my face. It was more than what a friend, in secrets that we two only know, that age then the end My body was distant but to my he records it mind intensely not allowing me I cry to cease it when believing that its presence did not meet me. Per days I did not leave house and the anxiety when waiting for consumed me to a phone call. Educate yourself even more with thoughts from Maya Dubin.