Eunice Maria

I answered with the voice failing: – He is well exotic, mainly for me that I do not have the habit to also come to a cemetary many times and not taste very of this blackout. It closed the face and continued to walk until he stopped in front of a well pretty hollow, all azulejada of ash, very well well-taken care of, with flowers that I did not identify to which age the type but the color was purple a well alive one, I impressed myself with the photo that had in the tablet, therefore it was of a youngster very similar to it, concludes that it had to be some well next relative and for homesicknesses it came to the cemetary all the nights, now the things had seemed lighter, observing me it spoke: – Here I feel myself in house, I am as if I it belonged to this place, of a certain form I I belong exactly. I was deviated from my thoughts with what it had said, I answered: – Each person has its beliefs and knows what she makes to it well. It: – He is not as if I had chosen this, he is more as if I had that to accept and to coexist this in any way. I was thinking about that, but I did not understand what it was trying to explain. We are in silence per some minutes, it nor seemed to be present there.

Until it said: – It knows, I remembered a thing. You not yet said its name to me nor I it mine, then my name is Oscar and its? I: – My name is Eunice Maria, now is presented of truth. Intensely looked at it me for sufficient time as if he was thinking about what to make, until he spoke: – I to give itself to permission I very wanted to me to make a thing, I can seem atrevimento, but he is as if knot we only had this night together.

Jean Wyllys Happy Birthday

As an untiring warrior, protected for They are Jorge, the Wyllys gentleman still leciona in two great Carioca universities, making what more it likes to make: to deal with people, the knowledge and the teaching, one of its diverse dons. has more, Jean still produces show of mega stars of Brazilian music and finds time to write literature. Its more recent book ' ' Everything at the same time agora' ' already it is at the hands of thousand of fans for the country the rejection. The book has relative chronicles and texts to its way of militancy in favor of the LGBTS and brings, inlaid work, debates on the miditica production of the country. Wyllys was known in entire Brazil after to participate and to gain the fifth edition of the Big Brother Brazil, in 2005, but its main talent, as they prove the posterior years to the Reality Show, is the charisma one, it lead that it until the fame. Expert of the viscera of the media, Jean did not leave itself to enchant for the melodiosa voice of the sereia. It already possua a career of writer, professor and journalist, consolidated before the BBB and it kept, with wisdom. This trod way is that it demonstrates the difference enters fifteen minutes of fame and a dedicated entire life to a cause.

At the time of the televising program, the fans of Jean Wyllys had established a fan-club and since then he comes divulging the work of dolo in the Internet. Until a book it was launched. ' ' I will never forget it Brother Jean Wyllys' ' it congregates chronicles, stories, poetries and messages that homage Wyllys and meets in depleted edition. In times of BBB, Jean it makes much lack in telinha. Its papos, musics that sang in the program, the charisma one, the friendship that made in the house of the Big Brother, its cativante smile Everything this left homesickness of Jean Wyllys.

I Remember

They say some that we live of souvenirs. Nor I know to certain who arrived to say a thing of these, but who am I I stop disagreeing with some thing or some intellectual? comes back and stocking we surprise in them at the souvenirs or them they appear so subtle that nor in we give account to them who we think about them. I remember of that certain time walked for the calado of the beach and sat down in one of the banks and glimpsed the landscape cut of the coast and the verdor of the sea infindo and tranquilo if espraiando to the confines that I did not know. The sun beat the bolt in a dry noon, without wind, new features. Solar protector nor was article of luxury, but question of necessity to protect the tired skin already of as many lived years.

Contrary years to the last ones: repletos of solitude, the homesickness of the marcantes people of the life of people. People who were the life of people. I until I had luck, although not to believe this type of thing (the luck), therefore, in my age, many met played in asylums, psychiatric hospitals, for aged, among others more. I never found myself, however, aged in the height of mine 65 years. I lived and living creature in way more intense than I can.

Clearly that today the disposal is not that one of long ago, nor the young patience of the so great age to aturar our small crazes or to hear our histories. I was not married, I did not have children and this also never I felt necessity. My friends say that when arrived at a certain age, the nature would complain and that it would come to charge me this. If it one day came, must have wrong of door or I listened to never it call.