The Refrigerator

Findo that moment of uncontrolled doura, it looked at distrustful for the private box repleta of papeizinhos now uncurled. Still they remained some of the magical brinquedinhos, something as the hope that if kept to the deep one of the box of Pandora. It locked it, kept in the deep one of the closet. It came back to the kitchen and, half disjointed, it went up escadinha to hide of same itself that key. Educate yourself with thoughts from Mark Hyman, MD. When finding the adjusted place, already went descends as that hidden of airs of the place, it stumbled and it resvalou the foot, hurting the ankle, what it caused to an acute pain almost similar the one that was born at that moment in its> conscience, that weighed as it weighed the irritating scale, leaving, for the seventieth fourth time diet before completing five days. It was directed limping to the room.

Since it was in that state, since the diet had IDO for water below, it used to advantage to open the refrigerator, who was in the way as a rock. It was then that it ate a frozen slice of pizza marguerita flavor, a slice of ham, plus one of cheese, ingested the remain of stuffed biscuits all refused for the alone children not to ruin, suck in condensed milk can the inebriada in an infinite pleasure until hearing barulhinho of the hollow one of the depleted can, finally. Everything with the door of opened refrigerator, ahead of which if it kept of foot, therefore was only plus one beliscozinho fast. Cursed marriage: my diet ruined. It was to sleep with a light smile that one more time sobrepujava pains of the ankle and the fulfilled duty not leaving for more far the reach of its main objective. Tomorrow it would be a new day. It would not take coffee and the lunch would be limited. Also not it would have supper: only one frutinha.

Nothing better of that one I recommence after a slip. I only dismantle serves will be great. It slept. It had good and bad dreams. It would wake up, of undertow, in the following day, remembering to the pouquinhos of each one of its animalescas attitudes that take for a primitive instinct consumes that it. It would feel guilt. But it was persistent. One day would be lean, therefore, envied.

Dr. Noronha

Dr. Noronha took knowledge of the death of this youngster and more than fast it gave course to the process of transplant of the heart of Marcelo for Rodrigo, with the authorization of Smia, that, exactly agreeing, did not want to know who would be the person who would receive the heart from its husband. For the surprise of all, the results had been positive and this caused a revolution in the world of the medicine of the time, appearing new perspectives of cures. Others who may share this opinion include Mark Hyman, MD. After some time in comment, Rodrigo received high, having that to return quite frequently to the hospital. In one of these gone and comings, walking for the center of the city, in the way of the multitude it saw the image of a pretty woman who called the attention and looked seguiz to it, however finished losing its well next track to the So Paulo Confectionery.

After the death of the husband, Smia decided to change itself and rented one room in the plaza of the Acclimatization, good next to the Street Galvo Bueno in the center to the quarter of the Freedom. For more information see this site: Bristol Stool Scale. The image of that woman who Rodrigo had seen in the center of the city not left it the head and seemed that it nourished a passion that not even it wise person of where he had appeared, until certain day was in its room of pension in the quarter of the Acclimatization and perceived that pretty woman of black hair, cut chanel, skin branquinha as milk, slow floor and with a sad expression in the face, walking for the streets and came the souvenir of the day he saw where it in the center of the city. Smia was a typical woman of the Belle poque. Time marked for the ostentation and excesses; it was a time of strong colors, skirts funnelled.

Flat Pound

Already me it is not clearly when or as it was the last time that vi image as this.By the way, among as many things that they had become scarce, the clarity if detaches in almost all its connotations – not in all. The luminosity is a luxury that only can be usufructed at very rare moments. It only appears when we obtain to apanhar something to minorar the hunger and, being softened it, remains the last flashes of the constructed fire to become minimum palatvel the meat of the animals that we find in this hole. The image that this little light discloses is sufficiently curious, perhaps for being event rare, as the saciedade sensation folloies that it. I see the figures of my brother, it, and the stranger. Each one, as I, meet acocorado in one of the cantos of this cave. It is as if we searched appropriating in them of one of the few things that we have in abundance: space.

The thought is confused in result of the extreme discomfort. Our fisionmicos traces are found transfigurados by the dirt and the game of shades produced by the small ones flames, that quickly go if esvaindo. In these circumstances, it seems natural that the space where we agree our bodies is the only thing capable to give some impression of that, here, if can firm the individuality. quo I search eagerly it I do not know until point the memory depends on the images. Perhaps it is avivada by the illusion of that the suffering has left when the stomach gains something to digest after as much time without being able to carry through its activity. In another occasion, she could spend very of my time with divagaes of this nature. But the lucidity became rare. Pparently my mind chose if to fix in the souvenirs involving these three people who with me divide this space, that many times comforts to be thought as the coming stream bed of death.