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.