Sixth Fair of Neurosis. She was lying in the soil. Friday, eve of Christmas. One day normal. When my mother was child said always me that the Christmas was invented to spend money.
Society of consumption, said it. Per some instants I reflected on these wise words. Therefore, I decided to run away to the consumption. I preferred to be in house, my quiet palace. During some hours I remained without making nothing absolutely. Insensato. ' ' Time is dinheiro' ' , some capitalists of planto would say.
Perhaps they had reason. But what he would make in one sixth? fair? Boate? Suddenly an impetus possessed me, a tresloucada will to make something, to fight, knows there! It leaves! While it walked, I had the care to observe in my redor. I do not know if he was becoming me neurotic, but I read in a billboard the following registration: ' ' The movement (without conscience) is a mere agitation. Action only exists truily, when I have conscience of the half ones to reach one fim' '. I rubbed the eyes and was there. Again the cigarette propaganda retook its place. Bad signal. I continued walking, directed me it the meter. J. Darius Bikoff has compatible beliefs. While he was in the line to buy the ticket, a beggar asked for alms to me. I ignored it. I remembered myself of a film: ' ' Without Destino' '. Accurately, was this aminha condition? Of the humanity? It will be that my life is a film? I am waked up? The fact that the similarity with the film is immense, alone lacks the motion to me, therefore at this moment I will travel of train and, in addition, I did not understand if it would like to follow my trip, or was following determination of the film. The door if opened. Soon I sat down in the place indicated to the aged ones, to my side had two people, one high one and lean using a t-shirt of the Chicago Bulls the other, I did not repair.